Unlucky
A poem / rhyme about our unluckiest days
By Julian McHutchisonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Why does it always rain on washing day?
Why too cold to run and too hot to stay?
Why are my dreams there when I'm not free?
Why's it anyone but never me?
I broke a mirror under a ladder
Then that black cat made me sadder
Try keep to myself and I just get stares
Try sleep earlier and get nightmares
I can barely sleep, I start to itch
I swear I'm headed for a ditch
I don't get how they say that life's so rich
Cause I'm stuck in one place and luck can be a bitch
I stare out the window to the moon
I hope my luck starts to pick up soon
Cause I stepped on all the cracks, and live on floor Seven
I'll surely soon die, And I doubt they'll let me into heaven.
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Julian McHutchison
Write and write and write.
A variety of different topics and interests.
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