Poetry

The Poor Man’s Poor Man

Yeah I’m poor, what of it?

I can barely afford a single chicken nugget

But I can afford some bad ass speakers

I think my chick is a keeper

I told her: I’m poor, does that bother you at all?

She’s like: define poor

I told her I’m ready for war in a field of mines I’ll skip across to get to you

She said, that’ll do

Woo hoo!

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