LUCK

Well the funny thing about that is...
If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have any! It is hard as a cotton ball to swallow. Even to this exact day. Now I've learnt to cough and spit it out. Getting use to the fact nothing ever good comes from it. I realize good and luck beside each other. Those two don't commingle for me. Instead bad luck paints the picture of my life long enemies, or better yet the devil to god. Kinda like a bad rash hanging around , as if it's company is overwhelming with joy. Unfortunately it's tattooed to my being. Like a life time of misery. Always here to remind me it's close by. Just as the days are long. It is just as ever lasting. Therefore you see why I got to laugh over bad luck. Other wise I'd just be damn near insane.