They said they found the car for me,
Right in my price range.
A week later I totaled it
When I got an oil change.
Tag Archives: Poor
When You Trade Favors For Food Stamps
I tried to find a sugar momma
But nobody has money in da hood.
I settled for a sweet ‘n low cousin
And I’m her splenda baby. It’s all good.
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The Daily Travesty 