$30,000 Millionaires

Here is the rough draft for a new poem I've been working on. Nothing too deep, just a little somethin somethin for all the 20-somethins:

Ladies, you know the type.
I had explain their M.O. to me in detail.

They cruise around town in their brand new Beamers,
designer shoes pumping the gas, sporting hundred dollar haircuts.

When they meet you at a bar, they do not seem to interested in you,
but are happy to tell you of their long day at the law office.

What they leave out of the conversation is how
they are the receptionsist, or work in the copy room,

and are up to their ears in credit card debt.
"Style is an investment," they think to themselves.

Many manage to weasel their way into relationships
under the pretense that they are men with power and confidence.

Let me tell you the truth about $30,000 millionaires,
they are just as broke and confused as you and I,

and they can't make you laugh like I can.
Wouldn't you rather be with a $12,000 poet?

Probably not.