"Keep Them Pennies and Act Like You Got Some Sense"- Act I

 

Today fools will say
There is no respectable place for change
In the modern-day lanes
Of high speed traffic, social media rackets, and fast talking two-bit jackasses
Oh yeah, like I said before, it went somewhere…before
It had a pedestal in the dawn’s light, not hidden away
In the bellies of porcelain pigs
Or in pouches of leather, not in stacks left behind guarded vault walls
To hoard, to count, to use
As judgement of character and to buy salvation, absolution
In that last hour of weakness, desperation, paranoia, and cowardice
When the will breaks down
To whimpers, soft whimpers, and tears
Tears raining soft and light like mist
Hard tears like a child lost in the night
When they fill the wells up
Toss in some of their kind of change
Wish them well