We’ve all been here before…

As I stoop to pick up the penny,
the scarred, tarnished copper effigy
of that elephant-eared political dynamo,
Lincoln, leering up at me
from the fuming blacktop,
reeking petroleum oldfactory pollution,
an armored truck,
thousands of pounds of lexan, steel plate, and rubber,
loaded thick with freshly printed bills,
packed to near bursting
with newly minted coin of the realm,
careens out of control,
cuts deep double furrows in the lawn
as it careers across the median,
pushes over the concrete curb,
and converts my meagre skin and bones body
into a puddle of bloody, buttery organic ooze,
a biohazardous slick,
staining the pavement.
Lady Luck screams rape…
and I didn’t even touch her.