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Matt Hein / Poetry / Serendipity / | |
| A roll of fate’s dice A role of fate’s dice. Written 04-26-03 By M. Aaron Hein. Well, this week in class, I learned about the evils of stock speculators, and the statistical report that more then fifty percent of them end up somewhere along the gutter, or in massive debt. So, taking a western twist on this fact, I decided to elaborate on those whom deliberately cheat the system...some end up lucky, others unfortunate. I guess it’s god’s roll, eh? I see the smoke wisping now, from the barrel of the rifle, like an ungraceful bird, its feathere ruffled my life crashed to the floor, its purpose seemingly apocryphal from the source perhaps of a trifle, a stifle, between myself and the system what the hell did I do? just from the center stack, it was a few cards I replaced and withdrew maybe an ace or a two my dignity hurt and cracked how my blood raced, my eyes pulsed my soul feeling, liberated, fluttering, maybe free but anxious the dealer, his face cast in a shadow rather suspicious maybe it was the fact, that I had really set those dice with intentions vicious oh how nice, but nobody would care, I was the maverik, the lonesome, that was my only job in life to defraud, like ransom to steal, to pilfer from before their eyes to escape, with no more from their gesture of their awkward surmise I felt lucky, smiled upon by augmented fate, man’s serendipity fabricated chances, which only seemed to invoke suspicion and hate I should have stopped then, but no, I thought my spirit begin to lift I already knew of living life in the edge of the cliff the speculator, my only aspiration ever to be wealthy and rich to fight and kill the next dog at the customer’s deft and unwelcome wish at the next day to abandon him without a care, but with spit listen to me! I had became ensnared. in the thought of mythological invincibility... If only I had harnesed a care. but arrogance befell me Fate’s avarice is nothing but a roll on god’s pious dice ever you live or you fold if you live life too slow, you’ll end up bitter and old, or maybe dead, maybe so it’s a chance I had to take waiting for the deal to unroll and inminent animosity, struck me with its venom, losing control like a life’s scorpion, invoking curiosity conscience was sold it was then I truely decided to stay audacious and bold to aggrivate in secret hopes of reaping the smile of fate but heck no, I received the scowl, the beckon to abate I should have taken the motion to leave but arrogance took the prevailing step for myself to bleed as with the firing of a gun I received the brunt of the deck now look at me, as I lie here dying, marked by blood, perchance left for dead was that a life wasted? probably not, you’d bet I lived life to the fullest, and cashed in on god’s debt... fin... |
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