If you call tails
But flip heads,
Where do you end up?
I thought tails never fails.
Without a push from fate
Or statistics
Your piece could take a bad bounce
Off each peg on the Plinko board
And plummet to the
Leftmost place
While you plead for a prize
Worth playing for.
And when you scratch off
the metallic shavings,
Who knows if “Try Again,”
Is a command or
Just arrogance.
We scratch to even the scorecard,
To string out already strung out hopes.
We try to savor luck as our savior
But sadly the odds are stacked,
So we squander all sanity by
Thinking the same result will switch.
You can court lady luck
Dress up nice and buy her flowers,
But there’s a reason the banker
Always wins in monopoly.
So flip again,
But in the end,
You make your own luck is just
An empty promise,
If you don’t own
A two-headed coin.
