Counting pennies

I have thirty large jars that are filled with pennies.

But when I try to buy things with them, the salesclerks aren't pleased.

They say they don't like counting thousands of pennies but I tell them to do it anyway.

They usually hit me upside my head and that really ruins my day.

I found a clerk who would count them but the guy behind me said he was getting tired of having to wait.

I told him to kiss my ass and that was a huge mistake.

He beat me senseless and you should've heard all of the cuss words he said.

Then he took one of the jars and crammed it over my head.

I got the hell beat out of me because I was rude.

Now I'm in the hospital with no teeth and I have to gum my food.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem

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