Two pennies

Two copper pennies
Clink in a jar.
It's not enough for food.
Not enough to go far.
Your empty stomach
Curves like those coins.

People see you on the street
With those two shiny cents
They pity you
And wonder,
Why aren't you dead yet.
The severly underestimate your will to survive.
They don't know how you live.
How you live to survive.

You may have just two pennies,
Nothing more to your name.
But money is just one way
To play this age old game.

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