Narcissit? Who me?

Monday, January 31, 2011

Luck.

If Luck, truly does favor,
the honest, and true and prepared.
Then I'm of the sort that's not ready,
a liar; not to have cared.

Well, Luck can do itself,
a word that rhymes with it's name.
Because, from where I am sitting;
it's the only thing I can blame.

But I guess I don't really need it.
Who wouldn't be happy with all that I've got?
Me. That's who. And I mean it.
I'd kill to have it than not.

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