Hey Arnold!: Season 1, Episode 6

It’s too hot to focus on getting rich

I can feel the lack salting my skin

Lakes of sweat stain this hand-me-down chair

From before I was born

 

If only I’d been born rich

Keep the silver spoon I’ll take

My own walls—AC—a parking space

A spare room if it’s not too much to ask

 

I’d paint it something fun and rich

Like lilac or lime green or whatever

Color feels like putting bills on autopay and deleting

That damned banking app when that phone congests

 

If I were rich I could have more

Phones than there are stars in my eyes

But I wouldn’t and I shouldn’t waste

The time I can barely afford in the first place

 

Thinking about phones and marrying rich

As if I could ever be with a man whose sweat

Has never mocked and melted him to

A rotting chair on a fiery Thursday


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