《Listen, Benson》


 Worst

    The grimmest girl sets a hand on her head


    To keep steady as she works through it all,


    Sell every hour for a check ¡®til you¡¯re dead,


    Give it up so you can live within walls.


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    Gender and sex and expression and more,


    Fashion and access and tricks of the trade,


    Change how you feel until everything¡¯s sore,


    Someone said that¡¯s how a woman is made.


    Too poor to be chic, too mean to be cute,


    And she¡¯s the scowling, unsatisfied type.


    Body by retail has made her a brute,


    So what the hell can she do, except gripe?


    The wind blows a hollow note through her purse,


    And she thinks- if it¡¯s this bad, I¡¯ll be worse.