funny how you can pick up depression
like you can a penny crossing the street to get cigarettes.
it just finds you,
marred by wear and tear
over-analyzed by a seven-year itch
only to yield the simple concept on a
battered coppered penny.
unwanted and unused.
lost among the millions of dollars of couch change
littered among the living rooms of this country.
lost, but still there
rattling beneath the sinking body weight
of a not-so upstanding citizen
of this great[?] nation