Lucky Luck
poetic scribble by Bob Axel 2007


Theres a scratch on my finger
From a poisoncoated thimble!
Oh how it makes me shiver
And shrink together in fear.

Theres a boa on the sweater
I wear.
And I have a feeling
That there is something In my hair!

Im cursed with bad luck
All evil disappear!
I went to a shaman
But he ran like a hare

No one wants to help me
They don't even dear approach
Well I guess
I'm just one of those-

Unlucky - bastards.