Two Little Debbies and a cup of coffee
All the poors carpool together to the nicer neighborhoods in my town. You see dozens of old clunkers lined up along side of the road where the neighborhood begins. I really wish the police would do something about this.
I wind up giving more candy to poors than to the nice kids that live here who I expect to treat nicely for not riding their bikes in my yard. Besides, you know the poor kids' parents take most of the candy, trade it to the fat lady in the hood for food stamps, then trade the food stamps for bad pot.