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- The coins how they complain
- My pockets unstitched and maimed
- Tumbling down my legs and gathering in my shoes
- Shining silver piled high, lined with nickel and copper too
- All accomplishments nigh and goals unfulfilled
- Clangling loudly in this asphalt town the coins continued to spill
- The wealth of my pockets paint the street as I walk
- Unaffected and dejected as if the coins were dust and rocks
- People stop and drop their jaws
- A frenzy ensues
- Flocking to the sugar like the ants they are
- Abandoning their bikes and cars
- Oh the coins dropped faster still
- From the pockets woven without skill
- And the tailor who follows behind
- With his own pockets being filled
- Metal clogs the sewers and the streets,
- It kills every other plant as the sunlight retreats
- But to me it looks like any other day
- And I'll walk just the same
- Weeping beside the bed of his daughter
- Left poisoned from the rusty-coin filled water
- The father pleads eagerly with god at first
- Then with the doctor he paid, and then the nurse
- "Please just make the sickness stop!" He begs the doctor in tears
- The doctor whose face is already showing the signs of his worst fears
- 'PLEASE I HAVE ALL OF THESE COINS! CAN'T SHE BE SAVED!?"
- Holding up the metal scraps which the whole town had craved
- Speaking his sorries, the doctor looks down in regret
- Places his hand to the shoulder of the man
- He sighs and speaks clear as he stands
- "I've done all I can."
- But me I stroll on by as the disaster pours from my sides
- Piling up before me are these problems bought by the one piling up behind
- Walking along the beaten sidewalk with my coins rolling along too
- In sync we step and roll together toward the town occupied by you
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