I Call Heads.

today was happy like ice cream on a cone.
like the toothless smile homeless man Joe 
gave me after I bought him lunch last Sunday.
My eyes scream Joy while my soul still cries for help.
today was golden like the strawberry Horizon.
I know it's ok to be upset, but to wake up crying 
sad tears: that is not happy like an ice cream on a cone.
So wake up tomorrow with a smile from your head, and
wear it on your toes too. don't forget to count to
Ten before you come up from the Ocean's deep blue.
flip the nearest Quarter to make the next decision.
and Tell that Whore how you really feel.
This makes as much as sense as the Carrot Beer in
front of me right now.