Chance, Denied

Many are the ways to go.
So many there's no time
To think about it.
Three Exit Ramps
Six Warnings
To stay in your lane
Near On-Ramps.
Maybe there’s a chance
I could get to dinner
On time.

Chance smirked.
That has nothing to do
With me. You are talking about
“Random Choices among Alternatives”

If you don’t have time
To check all possible systems
Don’t call it Chance. It was
Predictable in a bunch of them.

Better just exit
And if you are late to dinner
Just tell them

Chance wouldn’t give you
the time of day.

L. Fullington

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