Today I was hoping a breakthrough seeking good luck my way lift me from bad times sticking like glue growing like weeds by the day!
My coffer long starved badly needs to fill but dwindling faster instead no more can cope with long line of bill falling time barred unpaid!
Fortune you know has her weird style in choosing the man to shower on while I dream for her just one smile she prefers to leave me alone!
The ways she chose to send me her love could in no way lift me from bog she threw on my way a bleeding dove dying from the fangs of a dog!
She cast on my way a famished old hag who for bringing good luck was no good just short of **** in her surviving rag couldnβt count the days without food!
Without a windfall on the mire stuck my hopes lay ruined by sunset the night found me still a sitting duck with another day lying in wait!