Coin

A Poem by kenny

In the bottom of a glass,
with no time left to pass,
fading in a rest stop,
in the pocket of a cop.

Held in value by each and every one,
World can't stop spinnin'. till I'm done!

Spin Spin Spin
Spin the coin!
Spend spend spend
Spend that, coin.

Two sides to every flip,
and a crack for every, whip.
A thick wallet for every killer,
and some soap for those blood spillers.

Still I travel the whole world wide,
And in plain sight. I always hide!

Spin Spin Spin
Spin the coin!
Spend spend spend
Spend that, coin.

Holdin' on to what I got.
We the rich are what you're not.
bend the words, bend the wills,
from my wallet the world spills.

Held in value by each and everyone,
World can't stop spinnin' .... Till I'm done!