I am really blessed
With a good life
And good fortune
But, the ladies want my humour
And laugh when I am down
I guess I like self-deprecating
Because I seem to join the crowd
And become the laughing stock of the town
I have good fortune
To know how fickle lady luck is
If I would complain then it isn't heard
Pretty girls love me and find my jokes absurd
Maybe, I show them the ugly side of things
Beautiful ladies are fascinated by it
Especially by the anticipation of macabre
No one wants bookish looks
Instead they want boorish parties
You will find me in a book store
Having the best of both worlds
And testing my luck