FATE

Fate - you bastard!
You crap on me
From a great height
With depressing regularity
And each time
You knock me back in the toilet.

After the long, slippery climb back out
You allow me just long enough on the rim
To see what lies outside the pan -
And want it -
And plan for it -
And work for it.

Then,
When it looks as though
It's within my grasp
You rain on my parade -
Metaphorically speaking -
And I'm back in the shit!

But I'll climb back out.
You can't stop me.
And this time
I'll have an umbrella!