Crap Shoot....

Crap Shoot.
I say that
The game of Chance lies within the hand
of YOUR Thrower
and you piss yourself.

--You always thought your
breath of superstition,
your muscles of repetition
controlled the crap you throw
But NO
the One who provided you with breath
as you exhale the carbon waste
your muscles created,
controls the strength of your hand,
the pitch of the dice
as you roll a 7 or a 2.

Not your choice,
for you are just dice with lead inside,
predetermined to land
on a number
of your Thrower's choosing.

Cheater? Maybe.
Ironic? Yes.
Hypocritical? You tell me.
Possible? Well, isn't that what Craps is all about?