Bad luck
I keep waking up
too bad luck
Holes in my socks
and my underwear
I know it's too much
info to share
I don't care
Clothing is overrated anyway
I'm not a model
on a runway
Who cares how I look
many years have passed
in this unlucky book
From flat tires to rain
to breaking down
in the fast lane
some may go insane
with all this bad luck
I obtain
But it's given me strength
given me character
That's why I look forward
to my next chapter.
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