POEM: Bad Luck

BAD LUCK

When I was younger

My luck was never great

Then I grew up

And the bad luck stayed with me

I asked it to leave

But it couldn’t let me go

Because it loved me so

It loved to see me suffer

It loved to see me cry

So I got stronger

And used to hardship and strife

And the luck got wiser

And sent me more to deal with

So I asked it to leave

But it wouldn’t let me go

Because it loved me so

It loved to make me suffer

It loved to make me cry

And eventually I just thought

the hell with it

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