Whirlpool of Misfortune
like a quicksand pit
grabbing hold of you
and pulling ever harder
the pendulum of hell
has suddenly swung my way
If poverty were wisdom
I'd be the new Einstein
if bad luck were paid in bucks,
Donald Trump would be a friend of mine
If blindness to things
about me
sharpened up my vision well
I'd have 10/10 vision
and see clear down,
straight down right into hell
but I'm not complaining
cause that would be uncool
and God knows I act the fool
of one thing, and one thing only
of which I have no doubt,
nobody wants to hear
from a pathetic poet
who always wants to pout.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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