Old Bangers and Mercs – Poem About Life

Your bank account balance doesn’t reflect your worth, nor does the car you drive. Sadly, cheap stuff often earns you disdain. This is a poem about life in poverty.

As you got out of your Merc and spotted my old banger,

you couldn’t hide your disdain.

Yes, I say, the value of my car precisely reflects my value as a person.

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