ITS ALL IN THE SUBCONSCIOUS

Spinin to the Toss

There was no call for a heads or tails
No winner no loser
Nothing to win or lose for
So the coin was hit in the heart
And up it started its journey for no cost

The first twirl made the horses talk
And soon it infected the intellectual froth
They all cheered at the spin
What a bunch for loosers waitin for nfin
And then the moral police came to force
Objecting to the purpose of the toss

And while all this happened
That poor coin waited
All twisting and turning
And spining and twirlin
No choice but to race the wind to the top
And then wait again to get caught
Only to hear its fall
Winning or loosing would all come late

So the crowd got together to hear the news
Little of which had any use
It would all be just a matter of time
Before the result and then the wine

As the coin followed the rules of gravity
It still struggled the wind
The sun and the humidity

There was no crib
Cuz it went with the flow
And little did it know
That even though it could have stepped on a toe
It was funny how eager everyone was first to see it go up
And more eager
To watch it come down
It couldnt even get lost in the way
So it decided to enjoy the time anyway!