It surely needs it,
but it's to large to cover.
So I narrow it down,
to where I have control.
It's hard enough smiling your own face,
keeping a smile in place.

Joy to the world,
every man, woman, boy and girl.
By time you finish trying,
you'd probably end up crying,
or almost dying.
The only way to make a terrorist smile is to offer him your head.
That's where your smile is,
once your head flies,
you dies.

How you going see the terrorists joy,
when you're the lost head decoy?
Joy to the world,
like finding a cultured pearl.
You'd have to dive real deep,
even then the pearl might not peep.
You might end up with only an oyster shell,
with God in heaven or the devil in hell.

Joy to the world,
a vision for a mind to swirl.
With everyone happy,
maybe heads wouldn't fly snappy.
What a fantasy to hue,
in a world so blue.

G