I Want To Be a Penny (for big tent)

I want to be a penny,

laying on rails,

waiting for a train.

Have you ever seen a penny after fifty grain cars flatten it into

    oblong coolness?

I’m tired

             of worthless,

collected in topless mason jars,

saved

         just to be stolen,

                                   for some blow and a little weed.

I want to be cool,

smashed into something somebody finds,

and says,

             “Wow, check this out.”

Instead of,

                “tails, bad luck,”

and thrown inside some bushes,

                                   to be alone;

a penny from hell.

I’d rather rain from Heaven on poor people with mason jars for food; with hope.

I want to be cool.

I want to quit smoking;

                                   kill two birds with one

engine

          pulling thousands of tons of

                                   oblong creating coolness.

I want to be a penny,

laying on rails,

waiting for a train.

Just thinking....