On the road, I dropped my load of karma,
and picked up my pack of unpredictable playing cards.
Dealing myself a fortune, while standing on my head,
I proceeded – pen in hand – smoke in mouth,
holes in the soles of my shoes.
And I’ll be damned! The world took notice
of the emptiness contained in the pockets of my pants,
and ignored a coin or two on the floor – lucky for me!
I guessed “Heads up!”
and the tail end of life passed me by.
© Uncle Tree