“So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”
Bob Dylan
The tossed coin
From above
Kept tumbling down.
The pundits and planners
Squinted at the falling
Coin to conjure up a tell
So they may sale
To the bidders opting
For the obverse side
“[T]he hour is getting late,”
Warned the prophet
From the Watchtower.
“Head I win and tail you lose,”
Chortled the muppet
From the stage bower.
