MR. NICE AND MR. SAD

Mr. Nice and Mr. Sad:
Which one you gonna be today?

Mr. Nice and Mr. Sad:
Either the cock will crow
or the raven will sigh.
Spin him around like a dredel
Hear him quack and burp and quack.
And a ring-ding-ding for
the clockwork chorus to begin.

Mr. Nice and Mr. Sad:
How you feeling today?

Mr. Nice and Mr. Sad:
With the checkerboard suit
and the slicked back hair,
gel cemented over cancerous blotches,
but the faces always the same;
smart old frown and a dumb old grin.

Mr. Nice and Mr. Sad:
Don't you think about taking a nap.

Mr. Nice and Mr. Sad:
My philosopher, my two-way road map.
One leads to the avenue of hope
full of singing trees and chortling skies.
One leads to the turnpike of dread
full of melting bricks and sagging cars.
When the sun burns out
I can wrap myself in my
raggedy rags, a gnatty shield from
Jack Frosts' hailing arrows.
Then I'm wrenched into my dreamscape
fingers crossed 'tis Mr. Nice
who rears his pretty head.
God is dead. Hail to the new king.

Mr. Nice and Mr. Sad.