You're so big and round
And made of bronze
I carry you around
Yet you can't pay for sconces.
I spend energy to carry you
But get nothing in return
Not even a gun to chew
If it's any of your concern
Not so long ago you were worthy
Having you was everyone's pride
Lack of you was poverty
Enough of you paid for a bride.
Your existence to me is vintage
So I'll just add you to my collections
Maybe one day I might see your advantage
To mending my life's corrections.
But until then,
You'll join the many
Who are as you are damn
Just a worthless penny.
