im just a coin
of unknown value
laying on the floor
unreachable by vacuumsi wait for you
to notice my shine
to pick me up
to spend meyou dont notice
im not useful
for who needs a coin
when we have dollar billsi just want to be spent
on groceries
or even a slot machine
but i never will bei am just a coin
a forgotten lonely coin
my value is not enough
so ill just gather dust
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.