Oh, little lost penny,
You old, dogged penny,
Hiding from the world
In your corner of the world.
Is it solace or shelter
That you find in the dead of night?
Offering yourself for a thought
On the corner of a drawer,
As though anyone’s opinion
Is worth the red light’s gleam.
Roxanne,
You should know better by now.
Inside that frame stands
The tides of a great man,
Surrounded by the copper that
You have built into an obstacle.
Oh, little lost penny,
You old, dogged penny,
Don’t let that dollar bring you down.
He isn’t worth what you think he is.
Let him talk his game
And he’ll inflate himself
Beyond the limits of his own skin
‘Til the fateful prick
Of a patient pin.
And when his,
When his bubble bursts
You’ll see his world come crashing down.
And when his,
When his bubble bursts
You’ll search the remains to find yourself.
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