Anticipation is a killer
crouched in the trees
waiting to strike
Patience would be great
If she didn’t take
so damn long
to get ready
Yearning
bought my ticket to the carnival
But the rides were all of the rickety,
much too scary sort
Foresight showed me
one red flag after another
but in the light
they shone a rosy pink
Prudence promised not to be there
and she didn’t show up.
Temperance left to find her
at one of her old haunts,
leaving us to do our dirty work.
Fate surrendered
and Luck said, “Fuck it!”
as they drove off together
in the ’67 Fury,
forgetting they had anything else to do
that day.