winter of 2019
If I were a penny,
I’d be face down tails up.
On the asphalt I’d lie,
the public would gaze at my ass.
If I were a penny,
Coinstar would reject me.
Tarnished green with pocket lint,
left in the collection of orphan coins.
If I were a penny,
your nana would pinch me.
She’d brag about trading me for a candy bar,
then still have cigarette cash left over.
If I were a penny,
I’d be face down tails up.
On the asphalt I’d lie,
the public would gaze at my ass.
If I were a penny,
Coinstar would reject me.
Tarnished green with pocket lint,
left in the collection of orphan coins.
If I were a penny,
your nana would pinch me.
She’d brag about trading me for a candy bar,
then still have cigarette cash left over.