I found a penny face up. I flicked it off because luck doesn't exist. At least not for me. I picked it up and turned it to tails. If I can't get any luck no one else can. People say misery loves company, But I'm just tired of things working out for everyone else but me. I think I'm last on everyones list. I'm the pocket change in the bottom of a purse. I'm the last resort, When people are desperate for some change, Turning their purses upside down, Throwing couch cushions, Hoping for some luck. I'm a lot like a penny. But if I were a penny I'd have tails on both sides. **** pennies.
Situation is uncanny uncanny They yearn for penny penny They have interest in their estate They pray they be dead Once dead they couldn't be fed Three cheers! For they could then take their (dead's) share of wine red No more yearning for penny penny Situation is then canny canny!
Penny for your thoughts. Penny for my thoughts. Penny to change my thoughts. Penny to stop my thoughts. But thoughts don’t stop. And change takes time. So your thoughts for mine. We’ll change them over time. No pennies needed.