Chance (an acrostic poem)

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

Haste (an acrostic poem)

He flew down the street way over the speed limit

And drove through the red light accompanied by a chorus of car horns

Soon he had police cars chasing him from behind

That made him laugh with glee.  He loved the attention

Everyone gets their fifteen minutes of fame, but he was shooting for thirty

 

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