Fortune-Teller School

Life is frightening or boring. Seldom in between. 

We grow up educated into fortune telling. 

Preparation, expectation, share the quiet part 

both are predicated on prediction. 

Gambling, just, the pessimistic edition. 

Track all the ways shit goes sideways 

and put money down. Preempted. Ensured.

Guaranteed duck nine times out of ten 

just not the one time God calls Goose. 

Ten bucks says today. That’s all it takes. 

Today is the price tag on tomorrow. 

Half the time

I have finished my review of the reigning philosophy of our time.

I have overviewed the point of view planted in me through my education
into human society.

Gambling.

Nice, easy, didactically ubiquitous, divine chance. Winners and losers.

The happiness offered to us is a heads up half a coin with its opposite for a tail.
The ethos is to endlessly throw it in the air.

The philosophical conclusion, just call it how it lies.

And if you don’t like what you find, flip it again. Like the rest of us. Keep flipping.
Spin your entire life just trying to see what’s on the other side.

We have been given a lifelong guarantee that we will always be happy.
At least half the time.