Good Luck She Said

Good luck she said.
Ha! I make my own luck.
Always have, always will.

Good luck in the contest.
Good luck on stage. 
Good luck, good luck, good luck.

Showing me her sweet self.
I am not fooled.
Her pure nasty resonates.
Her nasty eyes, her nasty smile.
Her pure and evil nasty self.

Good luck she says, but break a leg, she means.
Break a finger, break a neck, die, woman, die.
Good luck my ass. She has never meant it.
She never will. I know for she is my nemesis.

I smile and wave, pretending to be fooled
by my self-reflection.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kiser Avatar
January 23, 2019 at 5:08 PM
That's the way it goes...good portrayal.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 23, 2019 at 5:26 PM
Thank you. I got such a kick out of that last line it was ridiculous!
One Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 4:27 AM
Sometimes we do make our own luck, but a lot of the times it is chance.. Well expressed
Krutsinger Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 5:13 AM
Thank you Silent One; I readily rely on and depend on chances as they come my way so often.
Bangalee Avatar
January 21, 2019 at 9:59 PM
feel good of dude all through this poem
Krutsinger Avatar
January 22, 2019 at 5:13 AM
Thank you Mahtab.
Dietrich Avatar
January 21, 2019 at 5:15 PM
oh WOW, Caren. what a TWIST at the end!! YOu could think that?? Anyway, a FAVE.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 21, 2019 at 7:00 PM
Thank you Andrea. Yes, I can think this all day long. Having all of my "ha ha ha" issues has helped me get a grip on a variety of my selves - false and true ones.
Rodrigues Avatar
January 21, 2019 at 1:18 PM
Love the ending! Yes, ourselves, that evil woman, gets in the way. <3 Kim
Krutsinger Avatar
January 21, 2019 at 7:01 PM
She does, and Kim, we have to keep reminding ourselves, to tell her to go, in a kind, but firm way, not kicking her or whipping her, but putting up with her nonsense no more
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