The Black Hand.
Woke early morning hand gone dark,
Pitch black soaked through.
Picked up phone to check messages and battery died,
Flipped on light and bulb shorted out,
Put on shirt and tore a hole,
Tied shoes only to break the laces,
Closed the door and broke a window,
Caught the bus but the engine broke,
Found a cab but the tire was flat,
Cursed the sky and the sun went out.
Copyright © Clayton Poole | Year Posted 2010
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