I serve coffee to the zombie mob

I hand the cup out with a smile

ignore the selfish snob

that throws her pennies in a pile

My eyes do not lie

Her sitting in her PJ's

Her hair up in a tie

I know she isn't working

Her husband slaves away

She sits at home still lurking

At her husband's amount of pay

She sees his extra statements

For the house down in the city

She ignores the house payments

Lost in her own pity

Knowing she drinks her Starbucks

In her house all by herself

She thought she was the prize

Now she's just a trophy on the shelf