What It's Like To Be A Quarter

I was born in the house of the US mint & now I'm packed & sent away.

I don't know where I'm going but I know it's in the U.S.A.

I was sent to Bobby Fuller & I was delivered at dawn.

But I know that Bobby's careless of what he spends his money on.

So he spent me on a candy bar & chewed it right away.

So the cashier then considered what he'd spend me on today.

But he didn't get a chance to since his son cleaned the walls that weren't dusted.

Now I'll tell you why he can not be trusted.

He & his sister got into a fight about the butter.

He was mad & threw me on the roof & I rolled into the gutter.

I sped into the tire of the mail truck & it flung me in the air.

I landed in the package delivered to 567 - Ye Old Square.

Now I don't see my relatives 'cause I'm separated from the rest.

This is what it feels like to be trapped in a pirate's treasure chest!

--Stockton Smith