Good Luck, Charlie
If things keep goin’ my way, I don’t know what I’ll do
Maybe I’ll go be a priest in the Church of Déjà vu
Maybe I’ll court a woman and go to Harvard for a degree
Maybe they’ll cast my carcass out from the infirmary
I remember what they always called me –
Good Luck Charlie
All advice stops here –
Good luck, Charlie
Yes and maybe we’re all just handfuls of what came before
And maybe the point of this game is not to caught
Inside the revolving door
I remember what they always called me –
Good Luck Charlie
All advice stops here –
Good luck, Charlie
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment