23 Dollars in Pennies

Oh, thank you for your generosity, Eight hundred sixteen bucks forced on me. I’d have traded it all for peace of mind, But you still buy me like I’m yours to find. Do you not see the cold in my stare? Do you not feel the void in the air? When a man burns his name, his home, his trace, And leaves you with nothing but disgrace? Persistent harassment leads to reactions… Unpredictable, let’s say, lethal attractions. But you wouldn’t stop, no, you doubled down, So I brought a lawyer to the battlefield town. Oh, we’ve got an arsenal aimed at your chest, Every step you take, a mine’s the next. Maybe you better run the other way. Old man, watch your stumbling heart today. At the end of every crime and every lie, Your old-geezer terror flag will wave as the handcuffs tie. My last mercy, short before your end, A letter arrives—you hope to mend. You open it up, and copper you smell, A wave of twenty-three dollars in pennies hell. That's the rest of your cash, my lawyer didn’t take, Hope it fits in your holy safe. Now count each cent, feel the weight, But take care of your spine–old bones could break. You thought you owned me, body and soul, But the joke’s on you—I just flipped the coin. Every visit, every lie, Every cent you gave just fuels the fire. Twenty-three hundred stinking cents, Make sure to report them to the IRS this time. So here’s your change, in zinc and spite, Lose your count and start over all night. And if you dare to step once more, Well… the next wave won’t be pennies for sure. You crawl into your safe to stash your copper prize, Your untaxed money is gone before your eyes. Instead of your cash, your zinc-covered head on the cold steel floor, Asking: Am I going insane, or is madness knocking at my door?