Ten Seconds Poem by Thomas Case

You will meet people in
life that like a
fixed game or a
rigged deck.
The dice will feel
heavy, or the
take may be
light.
A jockey might hold
the whip in the
stretch,
or the champ will
go down from
a glancing blow.
Don't be surprised when
you see it, you're not
imagining things.
Some people need
it this way,
they've been on a loosing
streak for so long, they've
even lost
track.
The best you can hope
for is ten seconds
of one day in an entire
lifetime when it's a level
playing field.
And if you get that
chance,
be ready, it's
your turn.
Swing for the fence,
win by a nose,
take their fucking
head off.