Fate Poem by matthew broxton

Fate



Call it fate,
call it randomly shot,
struck- down
knocked up,
by a random fate.

Early, while late,
stay inside
wait for clock to chime.
me, you and the bloke next door.

So dropp me into a random day,
blame fate for faith's dismay,
muddle through,
try your best,
who gives a f*ck,
what the horoscope said.

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