Poem: An 11-Year-Old Discusses His Financials

I don’t want to get a red car
because I know it’s flashy.

I don’t want to get a black car
because I know heat’s an issue.

I know how much a car costs,
about insurance, I get it.

A gray car is so boring.
A beige car is boring.

My big gram gave me 50 dollars
and my cousin 50 dollars.

I’m saving.
I’ve been picking up returnables.

He used his for one night at a hotel.
Why would he do that?

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