roulette dares.

if fate is a dice and life a gamble, where are the odds?isnt it slightly unfair to have to gamble without knowing your odds?dosent that make the dice a ball?because with a ball, your odds are hardly 1/6.infact, with a ball, your odds are...hahah.and yet we must play this roulette.and it spins spins spins; through pinnacles,bottoms,love,hate,joy,tragedy.definitely,sooner or later, you're going to want out.when you are so broke and so broken,you are going to want to leave.and that, we call Sin.so we play.and we will die rolling the dice.

to dialogue alone.

this is a carefully crafted monologue
part tragedy
part despair
the speech is heavy
like this costume i wear
i have no pentameter
i am hardly Shakespeare,
i am more absurd;more Pinter
and i end like i never started.
if there was an audience,
they would clap.
if there was an audience,
i'd ask for help.