A Vending Machine In Nashville, 2013
Head or tails is that your good side or the bad
shiny, worn, new, old, smart, stupid societal
cash register?
We all get piled up.
Your denomination tells your class: two cents or fifty
indentations of personality ealge, flag, ego or in
God do you trust?
Fold a twenty the right way
Now do you believe in hell?
No. I know your type: the fake quarter the boy
scored, poor and bored at the railroad tracks
bashed, smashed, beaten, used.
We all get piled up.
God only collects the shiny coins.
Copyright © Nathanael Griggs | Year Posted 2014
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