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pennies: the silliest form of currency
by Indigo Tempestaso i was walkin on down the strip
my heart had just been stolen
and it was sorta hurting there in my chest
stepped into a shop
for a coke and some other junk
i gave 'em all my cash
the change was 1 cent
one lousy penny
and as you know i quite loathe pennies
so i stormed outta the shop
and on down the strip
saw the flower lady
saw the pretzel cart
saw the homeless guy
stormed on by
then i saw the stand where the man
sells the watches and trinkets
he lifts off the unsuspecting
"$20 for this here fancy rolex-type!"
and look what's on the table: my heart
going for a penny
a goddamn lousy penny - my heart!
well of course i gave that jerk my last mother-lovin cent
so's i could get my heart back
but i was real offended that it was going for so cheap
and i told him so as i walked away
right after i socked him in his gut 01/27/2002 Posted on 01/27/2002
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 09/23/08 at 07:43 PM indigo, you intrigue me. this is another fine piece of work, here. and i agree about pennies. i think soda machines should take pennies, too. i always have them everywhere. |
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