That damn two cents!

I had to pay two cents to the post office because of you.

Now opening a can of whoop ass is what I'm going to have to do.

It really makes me mad because money doesn't grow on trees.

I would rather have had my privates cut off than to part with those two pennies.



You put a thirty-nine cent stamp on the envelope because you forgot that postage has been increased.

There should be a law against what you did because I would call the police.

When I cussed you out, you had the nerve to call me a creep.

Just because I didn't want to part with two cents, you said that I'm cheap.

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This is a fictional poem

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