Superstitious

Karma doesn’t exist in my little life, Beginners luck, it’s a superstition. No fear of failure at anything new, Every day there’s a new proposition. But when bad luck does come to visit, It visits in a small trinity. This set of three is just bad luck, Three fingers from divinity. However, I do watch for black cats, And ladders I never walk under. I’m never going to smash a mirror, And black cats leave me asunder. I’ll cross my fingers when telling a fib, And Friday the 13th chills in this neighborhood. But really I know it’s all arbitrary, It’s not a truth, now I need to touch wood.