Cars & Money

              Form top to bottom a car is a money pit 

and it doesn't make any sense you pay to drive you pay to sit

and regular insurance pays covers none of it then you pay a million

a gallon to power up and when it is on full that is when something else 

breaks and then your car is out of commission for days and you 

pay a arm and a leg to get it back

           Then year after year there's a model year change and then

you don't look at your car the same having a car is a mess but I am to

bless to be stressed 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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