11/20/2025
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Lyrics:
Trump discontinued the penny,
and now life feels strangely funny.
That tiny coin we tossed aside,
suddenly hurts our national pride.
No more pennies under the couch,
stuck in dust like a sleepy slouch.
No more copper surprises found
when we cleaned once a year, simply to feel proud.
We cannot say “I do not owe you a penny,”
that phrase makes no sense when nobody has any.
Even “I do not have a penny to lend,”
is now a line we cannot defend.
And store prices create a dramatic scene,
no more eleven ninety-nine, everything is clean.
Cashiers confused, “Round up or down?”
Math teachers smiling all over town.
But the saddest part of the penny’s end,
is all the ways it acted as a friend
in daily problems and household stress,
doing little jobs with quiet finesse.
It scratched lottery tickets with steady grace,
tightened screws we could not replace.
Cleaned hairbrushes like it understood the task,
never complained and never asked.
It held down papers the wind would chase,
fixed wobbly tables we could not face.
Scraped off gum in emergencies too,
that copper soldier always came through.
Piggy banks now sit empty and sore,
children shake them wondering, “Where is my store?”
Fountains miss the penny’s gentle flight,
a quarter feels too expensive to throw at night.
It is funny how we mocked it every day,
yet miss it deeply now it has gone away.
It was not worth much, that is true to say,
but it lived in our moments in its own small way.
So Altaf say goodbye penny, our tiny friend,
you served us well from start to end.
We took you for granted when you were here,
and now the world feels a little less clear.
No copper shimmer, no gentle ring,
even the smallest things mattered more than anything.