Copper Penny

I have always been your proverbial cinnamon penny

Not worth much, but I will shall shine and spend only for you

I fear in your silk purse of coins I am frankly one of many

Still I would like to believe that it simply isn’t true

For a tickle there is something that strikes me as funny

Although the idea of it leaves me dejected and blue

If I told you I knew of your poor conduct and misbehavior

Would you claim my words were meant to batter or bruise?

Because I have always been your personal copper penny

Not worth much but I willingly give you a penny’s luck

If I could I would love to venture elsewhere

But in the corners of your purse lining I always seem to be

seductively…stuck

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