I have a bracelet made of your face
Twelve, for twelve cents
Five dollars if you are welded
And worn
I hope you bring me luck
A penny for your thoughts
How cliché
I can be
I wrote about you today
And how you freed the slaves
Frederick Douglass, bless his soul
He was already free
And here you are
Off my wrist as I type
I’m paranoid and like to keep things
Shiny
Too bad your dead, or dying off
This honesty business
Has worn out
Like a penny from 1976
