With Our Chance

They flew me to a jungle
And kicked me out the door
And I did not stop falling
Until I hit the floor.

I looked around expecting
Devils holding guns
Instead some señorita
Asked to have some fun.

I stood up off the floor
And checked my pants for cash
Finding none I told her, “no”
And thought to make a dash.

But gunmen never came
And she offered me a job that night
And so I live around the world
With very little thought or sight.

After several weeks of peace
I asked her to dance
And we had all the fun we could
In the jungle with our chance.

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10 thoughts on “With Our Chance

        1. It actually made me laugh quite a bit. The poem as narrative comes off as some sort of poor plot to an action film. And as I imagined this… the idea of Chuck Norris sweeping up the floor in a bar in South or Central America while this song played almost brought me to tears.

          Granted, none of this was really on my mind when I wrote this… but it is hilarious.

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