Wheels Of Fortune Poem by John Sensele

Wheels of fortune to my tune dance
I spin wheels at a sedate speed
Ensuring I don't feed greed
Lest in the wrong direction I glance

At crumbling castles
Which grumble and fumble
When thunder and lighting mumble and stumble
If puny pestles and their vessels

Should attempt to pound mounds teeming with facts
Hoping to run facts aground
At moments hideous hands manipulate the ground
On which I strengthen contacts

Upon whom I depend for progress
In every facet of the battle
That rages to dislodge the rattle
Threatening to disgrace my tigress

From the throne where sits the king
With powers of life and death
Who prods faith
Into availing the truth to seekers without asking

Why fortune smiles my way
Every morning when I meditate
For at least a quarter of an hour to titillate
Hours, minutes and seconds as lame luck runs away.