Pennies
Zach Quinn
Chemistry learned
By way of chemical burn
A peasant's class
Bin liners full of gestures
Broken glass
I dress the wounds
Nurse them well until you gnaw them open soon
Poised for attack
My palate senses copper
Kiss and hack
Endless pennies
Stamped
Once more betrayed
My [?] is not to turn you
There's no piper to be paid
The discourse long
You see my love as weakness
But I am strong
Trudge forth
Starve alone
For you I'll still be the one
