what fate has allotted

What Fate Has Allotted

I’m coming out
with my hands
in my pockets.


I’ve got my
fingers crossed
in there.


I’m hoping for
the best.


Wishing on
a star.


an itch.


Shoot if it
makes you
feel better,
but there goes
the interrogation.


The weeping
willow of


The remnants
of a
Catholic upbringing,
surfacing like a
pirate ship’s


Escape on a
balsa raft.


Drink piss &
eat seaweed.


Keep your hand
on the rudder,
your eye
on the
North Star.


This is
what fate has
allotted you.


Once you
give up
on options,
the tide turns
in your favor.

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