saw a ******* the street
giving tarot card readings
“five dollars for your future” her sign read
what a deal, what a steal!
I handed her a ten, said “keep the change
    but
if you give me good news I’m going to call your  bluff and take my ******* money back”
she kept right on staring at me
annoyed
      collected
            reserved
and with her empty eyes peering into my soul
she told me
“I see nothing in your future, just an ******* drowning in his own self pitty and sorrow”
“fair enough” I chuckled, as “nothing” was well within my
demanded parameters

I could eat a shotgun shell
have a liver failure
die of cancer
swing by my neck like a piñata from my favorite tree
   tomorrow

or:

live another fifty years
never have kids
never marry the girl I lov
never record another album
or type another word

which “nothing” fate decides for me
I do not care