Mechanical Bull

you know how it goes
it just goes to show 

entitlement blinds
you to its outcomes 

oh the ride 
doesn’t stop you 

thrown again into those 
special circumstances 

remixing old
strategies in a way 

that flatter you 
riding on fumes 

back home 
reworking scenes

in your mind 
until you’ve won 

while a hope 
for tomorrow
 
pleads for 
another shot