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Lincoln's eyes

Don't look at me

He's kind of embarresed

Becoming only a penny

When will you grow up?

Yes, it's rhetorical question

You wave for attention

You crave coruption

So you take my Lincoln

Although, i love him more

You flip him over

Face on the floor

Stick him with gum

Under the table

Less than cable

No one bothers

To pick him up

But employee

Puts him in a cup

He rattles around

Until she needs "change"

So she takes two Lincolns

Identical copper ones

Which one is he?

Unexplained pity

He's gone to the woman

Wearing red

All that needs to be said

Is that when the woman fled

She dropped his sad little face

I picked him up

face side up

And put him in my pocket

Mr Lincoln I know

That wherever i go

You will never be lonely

(As long as i don't need money)