Cornbread, Potatoes, And Navy Beans Poem by Charles Hancock

He sat at the stoplight with his five o' clock shadow
'She came in through the bathroom window'
was coming from the speakers of his rusted Camero

Reflecting upon another weekend that came and went
Runs a tight ship, so the money won't be all spent
Manages to keep enough for a few extras plus pay the rent

Born and raised the son of a blue-collar working stiff
Knows how to stretch a dollar and avoid a fiscal cliff
Saved for 3 months for the tattoo for his woman's midriff

She wanted the Foreigner ticket stub from their first date
His Army buddy has an ink shop and gave him a discounted rate
He'll take whatever help he can get, but isn't a cheapskate

Content with what he has and lives within his means
Everything he owns is free and clear; don't have any liens
Some nights it's cornbread, potatoes, and Navy beans

It makes no sense to work all your life just to pay a deed
Fancy cars, big boats, and summer homes, he just don't need
The good Lord provides and he's living free from want and greed