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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.

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M. L. Kiser Date: 1/23/2019 5:08:00 PM That's the way it goes...good portrayal. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/23/2019 5:26:00 PM Thank you. I got such a kick out of that last line it was ridiculous!

Silent One Date: 1/22/2019 4:27:00 AM Sometimes we do make our own luck, but a lot of the times it is chance.. Well expressed Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/22/2019 5:13:00 AM Thank you Silent One; I readily rely on and depend on chances as they come my way so often.

Mahtab Bangalee Date: 1/21/2019 9:59:00 PM feel good of dude all through this poem Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/22/2019 5:13:00 AM Thank you Mahtab.

Andrea Dietrich Date: 1/21/2019 5:15:00 PM oh WOW, Caren. what a TWIST at the end!! YOu could think that?? Anyway, a FAVE. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/21/2019 7:00:00 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.

Kim Rodrigues Date: 1/21/2019 1:18:00 PM Love the ending! Yes, ourselves, that evil woman, gets in the way. <3 Kim Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/21/2019 7:01:00 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