I'll Love Poverty, Cause Rich Won't Let Me

The time poverty affords me
Makes being poor awesome
I now hug it for clarity
Now it thinks I'm handsome

I love being poor, at least now
Whatever comes is mine
Otherwise vanishes somehow  
Poverty keeps my find

The beauty in my not having
Makes all my real stand out
No more replacing misplacing
What loving ain't about

Me and poverty are so close
It drives me to my tears
When I think it will leave
I'm not ready for fears

I do it to make Rich jealous
And playing hard to get
I know I am wrong for doing this
But I have no regret