If you sit Buddha like amid the burning dice

You sit, cross legged,
On the burning die pile;
The heat burns you not.

You meditate in
Complete peace, stretching your mind
Out of time and space.

People walk around,
Staring, sneering, snickering,
But you are oblivious.

When you come back up you are sitting in a circle of melted dice, some sticking to you. It takes a moment to peel yourself free, discovering that the ass of your pants has melted, the sides of many dice fused to it. You love these new threads and you predict they will bring you great luck.

1. If you conspire with the squirrels against mankind
2. If you get that tuna fish and cult spread sandwich out of your cooler and eat it
3. If you bounce a check to buy a shotgun
4. You sit cross legged and levitate
5. Your new threads bring you Great Luck
6. Everyone loves your pants