A Penny Laid...Is A Penny Spurned

I plucked a precious penny off the ground;
she pranced and bucked and I said,
"pretty baby, why you wanna debase yourself down there?
The concrete's cold and my pocket's pleasing."
Her bearded face balked but still she shined,
so I flipped her on her front and
caressed her edifice like it was edible.
"The sensation of inflation will soon name you
negligible," I said, "would you rather be
obsolete or indiscreet?"
But a penny laid is a penny spurned,
and she fell through a hole the next day,
slipping into the slit of a lesbian piggy bank.

~02-02-10