There are women

That work on the beach

Selling seashells

And all they do is scour

Every morning

Selling the bones of mollusks

And their protective layers.

Sounds decrepit and their life

Is always lived cheap.

They make money on what the beach gives them.

Took an easy route, too easy.

And that’s why it’s cheap.

To live that way.

It shouldn’t be for the bone harvesting.

If you really think about it.