What are the odds?
one,
ten,
a million
ten billion to one?
and yet we go on with life,
with living,

who's giving these odds?

We make rods for our backs
throwing wooden ***** into
round holes
like a fairground attraction
watching horses move along
predetermined tracks
and we hope to win
a prize.

Eyes on the totaliser
a surprise a minute

if you can prise
a second from the mouth
of a clown
you'll be lucky.