Photograph by Z. Corwin
I recall - I was a tyke
not quite as big
as my two-wheeled bike
A machine that stood
here at the mall
Filled with colorful gumballs
In later years
who would have thought
All the joy a penny bought
and yet today
I look around
my government
has let me down
They’ve taken pennies
from the till
and left us in a pickle
Now for every
piece of gum
it costs a stinking nickel.
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