Coins - Erin K

Coins,

Stacked in piles

Folded shirts

Color-cordinated books

Expensive ties

His dreams

Drip into a coffee machine

That he knows so well

And then in between his lunches and drinks

He’s taught to buy and sell

No one notices, not even him

He’s sunk too far to try and swim

But it’s not all so bad

Because his car is as fast as the price of his pad

And his suits, they will last

And his wife is a blonde

And at the end of the day I guess he’s getting this song

So all his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts

They show that he’s in control

He keeps his taps on the skirts

You can be sure he always has the best

Sure, he passes every test

Then the love of his life

Walks over to him

Holds out her hands and says, «daddy won’t you please?»

And so he reaches to his pocket

He takes out his wallet

And kissed the air as she leaves

Coins

They work so well

So no one can tell

A secret stash

She hides behind his cash

And if it gets too bad they say,

Just call mom and dad they pay

And though she’s getting good grades, she gets played

Pretends she’s reading but she’s stuck on the page

From the day before

Wondering who she’s working for

And her heart it unravels for a voice as it travels

Through the commons at school

They call her a fool

And she thinks:

Did I hear them right?

Am I meant to fight?

Stoned and cold another day unfolds

Wearing thin

She’s always smoking at the back of the school

So everyone will know she’s cool

Then in the corner of her eye, sees a

Familiar smile

Holds our her arms and says please

He reaches to his pocket

And takes out his wallet

SHE kisses the air as he leaves

So all his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts

They show that he’s in control

He keeps his taps on the skirts

You can be sure he always has the best

Sure, he passes every test

All his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts

They show that he’s in control

He keeps his taps on the skirts

You can be sure he always has the best

Sure, he passes every test

All his coins stacked in piles and all his folded shirts

They show that he’s in control

He keeps his taps on the skirts

You can be sure he always has the best

Sure, he passes every test

Don’t take me home not ready to go

Got my eyes on the sky

I’m waiting for snow

And I know it"s July but

Believing is half the fun

Please don’t make that undone

Coins,

Stacked in piles

Folded shirts

Color-cordinated books

Lined up so high

They stood so well

They stood so well