Skateboard
I’ll never be rich.
My skateboard broke one day.
It was the second time I tried it.
The first time, I almost broke my hand.
But this is worse, because this was a gift and I’m not.
I never did get a new one.
I’ll never be rich.
Although I might be 30 one day and get a second chance.
I might have enough for an apartment, and a skateboard.
I might be homeless though, who knows?
I’ll never be rich.
I’ll never be rich!
And I’ll never ride a skateboard again.
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