Uncertainty Poem by Shalyn Stachmus

Slipping through the cracks,
I'll make up all the math.
'You can't fool all the people,
all of the time, ' he says.
So checkered all the splashes,
that have made up your mind.
It's too bad I make so many mistakes...

You're quite the newborn hybrid.
You're a killer just like Time.
'This script I'm writing,
it seems so absurd, ' she says.
But I must assure you
that it is worth its word.
Hope I'll be forgiven for the scrawls that I make.