Conspiracy Theory

Conspiracy Theory

 

A hand flashed and two dice bounced into view

Snake eyes.  Snake eyes?  

Snake eyes

Two pips looked up and the people looked down, most with dismay

 

Two.

Aces.

Folded paper changed hands and some of the crowd began to walk 

No longer having a reason to stay

 

Soon, the voices started 

Low at first 

Then gaining in volume

Their displeasure evident

 

Loaded.  The dice were loaded

There are too many ways to do it

The collective mind and the collective voice gained confidence 

As the anger grew

 

They’re weighted.  That’s it

That’s how it happened  

A friend of mine had a set once

They’re weighted. I’ve seen this before.  They’re weighted

 

The voices worked that one over for a while 

As each individual uncovered in his mind a new truth 

A truth few others could see or understand 

Until it was explained to them  

 

Then another voice spoke out, louder than those before

You shave a side, just a bit, and polish it to look like all the others

That’s how it happened

There’s nothing worse than a cheat

 

Volume and rage built 

Pointing at the unknown yet clearly known

Surely known

It was easy to see, once you knew where to look

 

But: Chance.  Fate.  

Tragic, in a sense, but inevitable 

Unlooked for 

And certainly unwanted

 

What if the roll just came up aces

Dash the probability

And it’s as simple 

As simple as that