Saturday, 22 August 2015

No Can Vous Do

Trust my luck I’m down and out
My wheel of fortune is deflated
The dice I rolled have fallen foul
My gypsy rose agglomerated 

All shook up no good vibrations
My rabbit’s foot is now impending
All signs that once seemed omens
Not worth the weight I’m now contending

Tarot cards are stacked against me
I’m superstitiously suspicious
Unfound belief belies relief
My worried beads tell tales fictitious

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