You Poor Little Thing – The Stolen Pennies
Laijon Liu 200240316
Two pennies for the poor you pinch tightly
yummy flavor of biscuit savors on your tongue
that secret guilt you bury in the ground
makes you toss and turn on your death bed
you’ve been a good boy, mommy’s angel
you’ve done all your chores all your life
but for that little pleasure you are judged
your sin you do not forgive in your grave
fallen thru the crack of heaven, falling
and stuck in a hole, peeping thru the eye of needle
your mind fixated on two rusty coins
you kneel down and rummage, to salvage
poor, guilt, pleasures, and secrets
clock chimes on our mind, thru lost we are found.
