i'm lucky? i'm lucky!? you don't know the meaning of lucky! i curse you to be calling me lucky! i call leprosy unto you hungering by calling me lucky! next time you call me lucky, i call you the damnable loose noose of the nagging hagman that dropped in the gallows, and didn't break his neck, but suffocated on the tightening leash of the unlucky drop; you call me unlucky one more time: i'll call you by your name: and call it prophetically as: probably worth the "mistaken" awaited for, replica.*

with due response:
oh right, your parents are divorced,
and your mamma committed suicide
because your pappa became too
annoying, i.e. wife beater...
oh right...
             now you have a new mamma
and now you have an empty space...
now i have my new fenugreek salad...
sorry, what?!
        new thai mama no goo ee for
papa ****?!
            you have that "talk" with
him, i wasn't born into the litter...
          curse me, sure,
before nightmare on elm's street...
at least yo have the inbreeding kiss
conundrum...
                ginger breeds what ginger knows...
c'mon man, tact! tact!
               no good at tact?
must be irish.
    i never talk about smacking someone
silly, because i never have to,
every time i could have,
i was warned: you're going to
punch them out...
   and i never did:
like any alsatian shepherd dog,
i listened to the pooches of parisian
catwalk pooches fitting for a
handbag barking...
      with one bark i'd bite and snap
their necks off...
    it's not about bragging:
                     it's about feeling rusty.
             man with man learns
the joke:
     but when man with man learns
not joke, and learns a ridicule...
man and man can become no friend...
as no man and woman befriend
a continuum.