Death of a Leprechaun
You said we make our own luck,
So I took a big pair of scissors to your rainbow,
The dirty glasses collecting on my window ledge,
Flung the fragments against the wall,
Well now that rainbow has an end,
And I’m still waiting for my pot of gold.
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