The Coin Toss is a story of a decision. Told in My Wildflower Child format, this sixteen poem book is perfect for any person with a decision to make. Heads, you'll do this. Tails, you'll do that. In this case, it's a relationship. I don't know how many times I paid the price Gave you my card And let it slide So that you could have it all And not be denied Anything With me by your side I let it slide And I don't know how many times I foot the bill Gave my all to put you Atop of the hill With instant wonders And curb appeal But not for free I foot the bill I just don't know how many times I paid the price Gave you my card And let it slide So that you could have it all And not be denied Anything With me by your side I let it slide You know I sit for hours In front of the rotisserie Just watching the meat Slow roasting Locking in juices and flavorings For hours In front of the rotisserie Wishing I Was cooking in grease That watch me now As fast as me When I sit down It’s time to eat Wishing I Was cooking in grease But you know I sit for hours In front of the rotisserie Just watching the meat Slow roasting Locking in juices and flavorings For hours In front of the rotisserie You sit real still Like a red China doll Watching from afar Atop a great wall And your glass eyes They see me And I fall For an ordinary trick Of a red China doll But I get up And use my voodoo I say my spell Looking right at you The tone of my voice It resounds with the truth And you fall down When I use my voodoo And you sit real still Like a red China doll Watching from afar Without a great wall And your glass eyes They see me and I fall For an ordinary trick Of a red China doll I got too many scrapes and sores Another bad seed You know for sure that I'm just an apple Rotten to the core And I can't do this anymore I ain't got What you looking for Even at the gas station Even at the store I'm just an apple Rotten to the core And I can't do this anymore I ain’t got No candy chews Streusels and fritters Or whoppydos I'm not that number one Chosen fruit And I don't produce Like the others do I bruise And lose out all the time And I got too many scrapes and sores Another bad seed You know for sure that I'm just an apple Rotten to the core And I can't do this anymore I need a semicircle To halfway turn my life To get me to where I’m going And show me the other side Only a semicircle Another shape won’t due So don’t you feed me lines To make me a square Just like you A block For you to use To stand high above the people And announce me Like the news That I need a semicircle That I’m not Completely through That three can make a triangle But there’s no use for two Until you look at things From a different point of view
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