Among Those at the Chancery

Few of the feckless are bona-fide chancers.
Fear is deeply ingrained in most foolishness.
The cheeky rogue’s cocksure, halfway attractive
Thanks exactly to apparent fearlessness.
Not so the usual small-ticket holder.
The chancer projects confidence in fortune
Of any kind, of fortune in general,
While the fearfully foolish are weirdly wise,
Knowing nothing particular’s on their side,
Knowing there’s not much to be done about it,
But still trying, far too foolish not to try.