Random prompt number mid october

[CRNDLSM]

Please write a poem about a quarter of some kind.  Please, any kind.  Thank you!

[Mark A Becker]

I have your quarter
from 1978
that I'll never spend

[Tiger the Lion]

Quartered

Whenever Dad was half
in the bag
he used to rant 
about Mom's half
baked ideas on marriage. 

In the divorce 
they divided everything 
straight down the center. 

The lawyers took half
from each half.

[CRNDLSM]

I drink a pot of coffee                  like a total psychopath
everyday, at least 10 cups.          the more I think about it
If I share some with my wife       our days are out of control
I may make more, drink the rest winding down, spiralling up
the next morning, if I don't           take care, lines get longer and
stop at Starbucks or Dunkin's,    mild hallucinations fool
or fill a 44 oz.                                the mind while the heart reacts
secretly at the gas station.         Then what good is it.

I normally drink it black,
or with ice to drink faster.
If I'm not eating that day,
I use heavy whipping cream.
I really hate it with milk,
sugars, or flavored syrups.
If I just want to enjoy
a nice hot cup though, half, and, half.

[busker]

I have your quarter
from 1978
that I'll never spend

touche!

[Tiger the Lion]

I have your quarter
from 1978
that I'll never spend

touche!

Sometimes we spend months on a poem, and other times we crank out a gem within 33 minutes of a prompt. Nice one, Mark. Hope you are going to treat us with more of the same during our "Let's Pretend it's April " thing.