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

Bones (an acrostic poem)

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Been shaking the pair in my hand and wondering

Obviously the way they land is random

Now that wasn’t an appealing thought

Every ounce of him wanted to believe in luck, that now was his time

So when they came up snake eyes, he knew he had been right

Write (an acrostic poem)

 

Wrestling with all the words

Recording a random assemblage of them

It is worse than a million monkeys reproducing Shakespeare

That’s when most people are ready to give up

Except you can’t.  That story needs to be told, so you…

 

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Random (an acrostic poem)

Reaching for an apple, the doctor was admitting he didn’t want to be there

Aspirin wouldn’t be put on the market if discovered today

Never talk about Fight Club, but hanging fliers in public spaces is encouraged

Don’t let woodchucks into log cabins, just in case they decide to answer THE question

Obvious things are never obvious, especially to conspiracy theorists

Making acrostic poems can be a fun hobby