That silver penny is now no good - the
one you grew up with and I remember.
Having to put paper in your loafers and
a penny in the slot; look at all you did
and how little you really got. Today, this
cat meanders like a jazz-boy pencil-face;
he's got the words of ancient wisdom
and the Daily News' disgrace. Those
New York streets were guaranteed
to kill any who walked by.