Disclaimer: I’m looking for a car, and I wrote this poem before checking out the dealership on Yelp. Turns out the place is a scam. I’m not entirely surprised, but it’s still defeating none the less.
However, I know that just because this place was a scam doesn’t mean I won’t have good luck at some point. I think the message behind this poem still holds true.
Maybe those of you from New York City will understand, or at the very least point me in the right direction. I’m currently very tired of driving my ’99 Camry.
Anything that sounds too
good to be true typically is
in New York,
but the city still helps those
who need it if, and only if,
they know where to look.
Those $1000 apartments
and cars under $10k are out there;
it’s not just about who you know,
even though most things
are hard to buy, like
the apartment with the view
or the BMW, and yes, the sunroof too.
The city will reward you,
as long as you try.
If you’re interested in submitting your own poem for National Poetry Month, please see my submission guidelines. Also be sure to check out my friend’s poem I recently published in the Submitted Works section of my website.