I’m a happy song,a bleeding heart,and a hopeless optimist.
I don’t scare easy,and I don’t cry long.
I trust.
She was a spinning top,
a whirling dervish,
a blond cliche.
More easy than profound,
They call him a “John”
or a “mark” or a “willy.”
A “happy man”, or sometimes a “salty dog.”
But he’s the money man.