How lucky am I to have everything i could want
How lucky am I that I have money to spare
How lucky am I that I dont have to go hungry
How lucky am I to have 2 married parents
How lucky am I to have a roof over my head
How unfortunate all I wanted was peace
How unfortunate money doesnt ease pain
How unfortunate I must go hungry to be pretty
How unfortunate my parents dont get along
How unfortunate the roof over my head is caving in
How fortunate that I can make peace with others
How fortunate I can give to those whose money cannot be spared
How fortunate am I to give food to the starved
How fortunate that I have witnessed strong love
How fortunate I am to share my roof with those who need it more
How lucky am I to be so unlucky
Beauty surronds the world
Made perfect in Gods creation
The trees whisper in the wind
Creating the prettiest melody
The birds soar high in the sky
Dancing a beautiful ballet
The old house down the street
Cracked and warped shows beauty like no other
Even the slums on the bad side of town
Have beauty in ever hole and flaw
Life seems to create such stunning pictures
I find that nothing is hard to love if you open your eyes
So why am I so hard to love
Are all the boys blind unable to open their eyes
Did I not make the cut for Gods stunning photos
Or was I made to be something repulsing
Something that makes the rest of Gods creations look beautiful
Like the background color used to make others pop
My flaws dont make me beautiful
They sit on my shoulders following me
Mocking me for eternity
Reminding me that I am unlucky
Born to ugly to be loved
This Is The Opposite
Of The Poem I Just
WROTE!
Yeah, I Know Better!
It Was About How I'm
So Easily Amused!
No Matter What!
It Was Good, Too!
Ok, Probably Not.
Quack.
I'm A Quack.
Bad Luck.
Ow. Watch Out.
Stop.
-Gray Squirrel
06-09-2026
You are the black cat dancing on my tongue
And each word that leaves my mouth
Crosses you
And my voice is now unlucky
The past years with you
Were incredible the still echo.
I couldn't think of more joy ever,
You were my life of color.
I'm blessed to have you
And I'm unlucky that I lost you.
Jake was an unlucky man
Three of his wives had been murdered
Not at the same time of course
One in Georgia in 1972
One in Alabama in 1975
One in New Mexico in 1979
He collected lots of insurance money
They had all been heavily insured
So that was lucky
This was before the FBI and police officers were online
Before people and police stations had computers.
He might get caught if he tries to do it now.
I think of this when I see Jake
An unlucky man
Who has lost three wives through murder.
Could this really be a coincidence?
Widow witch’s olive elixir all in
mystical bam for scaly itchy old skin
therapeutic in a Halloween way
best skin remedy of all back in the day
widow took out cauldron and gave a chant
wizard brother transmogrified into a teeny ant
other animals disappeared from view
I would not have stayed around, would have you?
A man with very bad luck
Purchased a lemon of a truck
It broke down on a date
The woman walked away
So in despair he failed in love
Ah, unlucky me! Ah, unlucky you!
What was all that anxiety for?
We couldn't understand it took faith
to move on and hold on worth;
ah, unlucky me! Ah, unlucky you...
nothing that was sad we couldn't bear!
We shouldn't have let virtual reality
wake us up and carry us along,
emotions were strong, not wrong;
sheer imagination led us to fantasy!
Ah, unlucky me! Ah, unlucky you!
We could have avoided fright,
and all the doubts it brought;
togetherness brings on gladness,
distance sets in motion sadness.
Ah, unlucky me! Ah, unlucky you!
Wasn't it romantic to say goodnight
with a sweet kiss and fall asleep;
wasn't our night starry enough
to dream with nothing to keep?
Did we choose to sleep apart and not laugh;
we put away dreams and ignored the moonlight!
Ah, unlucky me! Ah, unlucky you!
we could have been much closer,
drifted with the midnight clouds,
been so happy holding hands!
Ah, unlucky me! Ah, unlucky you!
Fate gave us sorrows, not clover!
I always held my breath going over bridges
And clutched onto countless rabbits feet
Watching you from modest distances
Just wishing again that we would meet
And one night on a random Tuesday
Again my wildest dream was real
In the same bar we were drunk with love
And your heart was mine to steal
But all those pennies I threw in the well
And every birthday candle I ever blew
I tell you just how badly I want us to be together
And you reply "what the hell else is knew?"
When we go, we will never know, what we don’t know,
We will never know, that this kiss, was, the last kiss,
We will never know, that this goodbye, was, the last goodbye,
We will never know, who was sorry, or, if we were sorry,
We will never know, what we, or they, meant to say,
We will never know, that those left behind, do know, and will know,
Until they themselves, do go.
Lulu was an unlucky woman
Lost three sons
one in a department store in 92
one in an ocean, deeply blue
Where’s the third one? I asked mutual friend, Old Sue
On the sidewalk, playing skip to my Lou
Both of the other boys found their way home too
One was fifty, the other was fifty-two
I barely recognized them said Lulu
This was told to me by story-teller Sue
Unlucky Luck
If I could be away from me
Maybe I could finally see
Just how good that life could be
But I don't go away
What the f*ck, why am I stuck
Unlucky Luck has me so struck
Head on by a moving truck
I am here to stay
fuchsia rose was captured in the early sixteenth century
her legend was passed through many dynasties,
then storytellers got bored with her, and forgot her story
she waited for her chance; twinkling and dazzling newbies
enticing one to release her from her Pandora prison
the unlucky instigator of the pandemic
A 4 leaf clover grows in the field
Never knowing that it's different.
God himself may have a plan
But the clover knows no difference.
So it grows along side the others
Content and happy to be alive.
Wrapped in love from the dew and sun
The clover grows to new heights.
Until the day it's plucked away
Then hidden from the light.
Its luck today has now been placed
In another precious life.
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