Converting luck into action
He tossed the spinning dice from his hand
And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them
Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance
Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome
Everything random transforms into fate
Like being the king of my domain
I prowl back and forth, roaring to show how big and bad I am
Oh sure I may be scary and intimidating with all these sharp teeth, but
No one said I wouldn’t play with a ball of yarn if given a chance.
Random chance encapsulated by dancing cubes
Obliterating different realities as they settle down
Leaving Janice a bit shaken at the outcome
Losing was always a possibility, but she didn’t plan on this…
Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes
I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos
Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures
Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave
Now the sign glowed with a bright pink light
Exposing the words Bubba’s Emporium in an alluring cursive
Oh how I wanted to see what was inside
Not that I ever got my chance since I was only fourteen at the time
So everyone turned to Clarice after Bob’s anonymous claim of infidelity
His smug smile staining the words even more
As Clarice’s spirit dimmed further under her friends’ looks of surprise and horror
Didn’t they understand the darkness she lived in?
Everyone should have a chance of finding a bit of sunlight, shouldn’t they?
Maybe this was her Olympic chance.
Everything hung into balance.
Did she have what it would take?
As she leaned in for a kiss she had the answer
Looking for the gold, she was settling for the bronze.
So that proposal was due yesterday? I thought it was next week.
They told me next week. I’m sure of that.
Really, they’ve got to give us a second chance.
Everyone has days like this, Michael. I’m only human.
So what do you mean don’t bother coming to work on Monday?
So Michael, do you think I can get a reference letter hookup from you?
Bonus poem (1st draft) If you like this one better, let me know in the comments.
So that project proposal was due yesterday?
That’s right, so now our company’s existence is now in question.
Really? Why didn’t you tell me?
Everyone told you, daily. With voicemail AND email AND in person
So about that. I thought you were all being a bit pushy.
So about that, you’re fired.
Young at heart, her dad tried to look cool
Only he had no chance, and she knew it
Unaware of his odds, he struck a pose in front of her friends
They burst out laughing at his ineptness
He looked crestfallen, until she clapped, then hugged him
So many children were screaming into the void
That the void got frustrated and threw the cacophony back
Resulting in an aural tsunami that came crashing over my consciousness
Undercutting the foundation of my sanity
Giving me a sonic lobotomy
Gone was any chance of getting anything done