Roll Of Quarters

Roll Of Quarters

The gears are turning and the teeth are grinding like were nearing the end to this jawbreaker. Lived a little over a quarter of life, cranking out a whole bunch of temporaries. Memories are temporary, just until the memory loss kicks in. Roll on like a log or the military when they got to take the highway. Fuzzy mustache on when in the dollar store, knocked over a couple shelves last time and I don’t want to be the returning vandal but need the survival supplies. Who’s it fooling, not no finger puppet. It was an accident, I don’t have sticky hands or fingers. Except that time the cola machine didn’t like me, I threw a ring at it and it broke. Had to settle with a quarter water, this batch had more food coloring than sugar and water. String plucked off the wood, overworked the musician. Filed down the string with the coin, gonna use it for fishing and also for defending. Alien creature just happens to be a regular creature of habit, that creature has a habit of flashing his laser pointer at on coming truck drivers. I got no bills, I got no bills. The foal is a colt, playing horseshoe with you two. Winner spares a bucket of water, I lose on purpose. Clothes I have to wash, air dry them off a tree. Laundromat sucker punches, machine eats the currency for free. I file complaint, they file complaint. Cops say I can’t stay, not my name on the place. I don’t even have a name on one of those plastic cards, you identify me by the sticker that is on the pin and the amount of glow sticks I have on a weekday. Man I miss the arcade machines! To the tune of my Achilles heels, circle the bridge that I live in till the sun goes down and the streets is not loud. Made a hammock with plastic chains, finger wraps, and parachutes from the fallen men. I install plastic mini cameras around that area, there is no film in it but those nodding off knuckleheads now think i’m with the fed and leave me be. Race car key chain got a flashlight on it, have to make sure to not sit on glass. This watch doesn’t even tell time, I have to put on my fuzzy mustache to ask for the time. Flip a coin to see how I’m gonna spend my time. If it rolls into a drain like a bouncy ball, i’m fucked till tomorrow. I think a notary should do it for me, apply some fairness to something so careless. There’s a string on mine and I know how the wind blows. A flip, flipped my life around months ago. Placed bets on Cleveland while taking down a bag of brown. I should switch over to the dice, got more chances of doing right. It’s all coal to diamonds, keep thinking that the pressure will turn pure. I got the iron claw wrapped around the revolver with the southern drawl, tighter than the machines. I beg for a golden egg to hatch, gimme something that will make me smile more than a set of false teeth. Ten dollars to a roll, a quarter to play.