supply me a piece of penny

if you take a piece of Penny,
she is broken in and soft;
has learned to feel her body
in the arms of men
who feed and churn her
down to chunks
and bits of Penny
till there's nothing left;
no one left her mourn her,
to cry upon a body's dead breast.
if you kiss the lips of Penny,
there is no girl in her head.
there never was a Penny
prancing in your heart or

in your bed.