Shook the dice,
But missed the slice,
Raging anger on mice,
Thus paying the price,
A man once nice.

He screamed so loud,
Looking straight into the cloud,
Running from the crowd,
He slipped and vowed,
Never again to be proud.

For he who lived in rife,
Now a switch in life,
Much worse than the knife,
An eternity in strife,
Banished into wildlife.

© thekhan
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