Spare Change

Once I left behind

A nickel, quarter, and a dime

Forty cents

This action did not make any sense

Since I did lose

Simple mistake is what to accuse

It could have been more

Then I would be really poor

And stupid to a core

If I left behind

A nickel, quarter, and a dime

Every day

What would that pay?

Lying on the street

Feeling cold collecting nothing but heat

I might as well take to the gambling slots

Let Lady Luck take a shot

With what I left behind

A nickel, quarter, and a dime

Memo came to me

Invitation to have a cup of tea

Down at the mansion

Mailbox displayed name Branson

Who lost it all in outer space

He wanted to build a case

About all the pennies he left behind

With the nickels, quarters, and dimes

“Are you rich?”

I inquired instead of a pitch

“Not any more

Contributors escorted me to the door

Everything went up in space

And I lost the competitive galactic race”

He replied

Defending a project that died

Using the nickel, quarter, and dime

As a seat filler financial find

Floating in the air

Without a care

Claiming the change is spare

Now writing promise notes feeling sad

Knowing the excuse is bad

“Let me tell you this

Describing the investment biz

Better to put your pound and pences

In something worthwhile having profitable senses

Screaming lights

Flashing and bright

Where you can stick your two cents in

Luring people to win

Until your life’s next of kin

Asks you, ‘where you’ve been?’”

Needing a reply

Being a gentlemen guy

Presenting a fair explain

About fickle fame

“Flying above the earth

For what it is worth

Showing what can be done

As an aristocratic fortunate son

My launching engines are now quiet

But I am at peace, no need to riot”

Seconds later

Tension greater

Now may I ask

Taking off my casting call mask

“Where is my nickel, quarter, and dime?

I want it back with a nice shine

Safe, secure in my pocket gold mine.”

He points upward towards the air

“I left it up there

Somewhere in the seat cushion

When we were pushing

Unbelievable speed

Indeed.”

I sat there with wonder

How did this blunder

Occur

He is a ‘Sir”

“How should I know

We should ask the man running the show

He is always on the go”

Returned to the Casino floor

And pounded the cashier door

After knocking over those online

“Have you seen my quarter, nickel and dime?”

He stared me right in the face

Like I was an alien from outer space

“I took your quarter, nickel, and dime

And bought me self, a cheap bottle of wine

Then enjoyed it when I dined

Do you mind?”

“Yes, I do,”

I stated staying cool,

“I want my nickel, quarter, and dime

Then would you kindly resign

Since you decided to steal

Coins that are real

How does that make you feel?

Do we have a deal?

Heal?”

Taking out a plastic bucket

He said, good luck with it

Leaving hot under the collar

Hoping taking a chance would make me a dollar

When things were complete

Went looking for something sweet

Spending my nickel, quarter, and dime

Which I was saving in my pocket gold mine