Why is Happiness Picking Up a Penny

Why is happiness picking up a penny?

Why answer an interrogative simile?

A red rose grows, overthrows without water

It's taxing, planting seeds in a trodden garden 

How does one dig a whole parting, with only Howe's boots and arms

Without splitting up routes or parting reign over the yard?

Out of the blue, there are remnants of red 

Coating the sun that never would set 

On a night like tonight, there won't be a star in the sky

After tonight, look eastward for the stripes in the new red sunrise 

If there ever was a night to light the storm on her harbor

Tonight, her ebb and flow garnishes the water she's guarded 

Lightning will strike twice, once garnished, twice garnered 

Fighting against the whole sum of our parts imparted 

The demon in diminished returns is, it shifts with every charter 

Stick a feather in its Cap and call it after it's bartered 

Tonight, her fight adds up to a feigned reign trickling down the half-hearted

The only king is true democracy, and disarmament is her only knight in shining armor 

I'd rather see her Burn than reign, but I'm open to both to disarm and restart her

She's well aware that she's watching Washington crossing the Delaware

It's frozen this time around, as well, but it froze half way so there's no turning back

The ice must crack, Many will drown, Many will freeze with Washington and

Jefferson said we’d bleed for it 

There's nothing else in the world worth it 

Why is happiness picking up a penny?

The riddle is begging for a poke

What happens in past tense, when it's figuratively breaking up to forgive me…

The riddle is literally broke

Figuratively flimsy… 

Flimsies and a hearse, a five-folded star, an alleged curse

The goons of the occult introduce Wall Street's feeding frenzy

Then freedom itself finds its own way of winning

The asphalt hell aligns a grimaced plan for grinning 

For phonies and flimsies… 

For every start worth saving

The brash brine puts a dollar in

For every heart of David

Where's half the mind of Solomon?

Why must art claim him?

For every copper mine calling him

He targets the market that shames him

For not every water has bittersweet freshwater sludge AND brine to mix it in

For every heart of David doesn't have a son like Solomon

The copper fields lie like they fly like the wind

The robber yields perjury, prison yields a citizen 

Stock market tames not a cent that its appraised 

If you work at a bank, you're bending over for grace

A penny's worth twice as much in its copper weight 

Why is happiness picking up a penny?

You don't know it's coming till it's nearly passed you by

Zoom in close before you bat an eye

Break your back bending over, lose your balance, get hit by a car

It's not worth much until there's a hit on your head

If it's your head, you're lucky you don't have a tailbone full of lead

Your assassin is here to deliver you to the aether, Mr. President

It's obviously a good play, so it's not

It just jumped off the balcony and yelled something in latin

Why is happiness picking up a penny?

For every cent it's valued, there's more sense in it than me

Why is happiness picking up a penny?

Give it your own two cents, you senseless gimmes