I Thought The Chance It Was A Hundred To One

On One Thumb

I Could Count Up The Percentage Of My Coming Undone

But Now Some Calculation Of Impatiently Fated Rhymes

Sourpatch Ribbon To The Wreck Of My Valentine

That A Fine Mess Like This Should Get Dished

I Woulda Made It More Unlikely If I Had One Wish

I Take Ish With The Interstitial Liquid Bliss

And Insist Another Double On The Rocks With Twist

This A Fist Full Of Good Credit

This A Circumstance That I Must Edit

I Said It Ever Thusly With The Bust Knee

You Could Trust Me

Can't Front Without Two Feet To Step Fuss-free

But See, That's Just Fine, I Lost Mine

Handed Then The Bandit, Thin: My Last Dime

Watched The Wheels Spin Thinking Infinitesimal

My Ten-decimal Chance, The Professional

Gamblers Scoffed

(but The Bells Went Off)