Tossup

Hello to you, dear reader

(Or listener, if you will).

Might I suggest a simple game

Of chance instead of skill?

It’s the tossing of a silver coin

To results in heads or tails.

Your side of choice is a liquid voice

But the other side is wails.

With a heads, you’re six feet taller

Dancing circles in the sky

With a castle full of diamonds

And a friend who’ll never die,

Your wishes but a whim away

In a life devoid of loss.

I’ll even throw a dragon in

If you’ll give my coin a toss!

With a tails, six-feet under

Is a wish that won’t come true

As sky and earth and ocean

Are a nemesis to you.

You look around at all you hate

But only mirrors see,

And the dragon’s on the table still

If you’ll toss a coin with me.

Should you face a face post-flipping

You’ll have all that you can eat,

Removed from all discomforts

And immune to all deceit.

Your words will carry weight again

And the sun will always shine.

The face you face just might be yours

If you’ll flip this coin of mine!

But if that face is hidden

Hidden will your face be too

Behind your ever-aching hands

And whatever that guy threw…

There’ll be excellence around you

But the best you’ll get is fair;

It’s the risk you take for sending

My coin spinning through the air.

Should you be a coward

To avoid the loss of tails

There’ll be lemon in your water

And wind within your sails.

Should you be a hero

And pursue the wealth of heads

You’ll have no fear of failure

And a lack of empty beds.

Euphoria awaits you

In the paradise you made

With an open grave beside it

Dug by hand and fortune’s spades.

A two-faced ally in the air

Does Heaven and Hell divide

Will you be fine with good enough

Or care to pick a side?