I soon my find out it's a smart car .
A small,
Tiny,
Smart car .
I get in anyways with high hopes and a slight grin on my face .
I look down at my outfit and think I look to casual for the president .
So I asked the man in the tux .
"Do you .. Think I look ok?" I asked nervously .
"Eh. Could maybe use some work. I think you fine though. Name is Philipe." He responded in a sort of judgmental tone almost like a slave I met that was once Donald trumps.
Them was scary .
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PoetryIn the eyes of a boy named drew who finds a perfect girl online. But is she has a secret that could change his life forever.
