The enemy of Circumstance
Struggles vainly
Against the situational ropes
His hands writhe in agony,
Restlessly wrestling
With the phantom figures
Of Fate and Predicament.
He develops a plan of battle.
To overcome the power
Of Points, Times, Places, Events.
He leaves himself phone messages.
Associates exclusively with people
Whose names contain colors.
Eats Alliteratively.
Gradually, he feels himself
Rising above
The tyranny of accident.
At last, the web of Destiny
Falls before the blade
Of the circumstantial warrior!
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The phone rings.
It's Violet Green.
They go out and eat
Potatoes, popcorn, and pomegranates.
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The winds of Fortune shift
A chuckle of thunder escapes the clouds.
The Captain of Circumstance
Motions for his phantom friends.
"That one gave us the slip
For a few weeks
With that banana bread business.
Now that we're wise
To his formula for freedom,
Let's feed him some franks
In France with the Fuchsias"
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