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.