Sunday Song #4: "Miriam" by Pretty Balanced

Miriam was kind of homely,
kind of ugly in the face and yet
She had nice eyes.
She had nice breasts and hands and feet, but she was
small
And dark
And hurt
All over.

She was buff from lifting things.
Secretly she played the tambourine.
She had nice rhythm.
She dreamed to play the drums, but she was
Poor
And overworked
And tired

Miriam bussed to work each day
And hummed over cold soup at night.
Miriam worked for minimum wage
And hadn't had a boyfriend since that
Drug addict fling.

She had sold her television,
Saved her pennies for a weekly quart
Of milk and lotto ticket
Just in case her luck should change to
Good,
Or slightly
Less
Than bad.

Miriam was kind of homely,
Kind of ugly in the face and yet
She had nice eyes.
She had nice breasts and hands and feet.