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Tough Luck: A Sketch Poorly Drawn

If this is the definition of good luck
Well…you’ve just affirmed
I’m not flawed…I’m fucked

When the suitcase fell into my hands
I looked to the sky to understand
What exactly was coming down
Only for the boon to swoon taking a bow
A world of smiling turned to frowns

And soon it became too late
Running behind, tardiness at every turn
As everywhere around me crashed and burned
Consumed, in a fiery blaze
And to make matters worse
The cash in the case all caught on fire and burned

Then when all was well and done
The police determined I was the reason, I was the one
For this quickly turned from an unlikely sci-fi epic or a spot behind the camera for punk’d or some other joking scam, into a scene, ripe with irony, paradoxically depriving me from space and time, not allowing me to define my innocence, not letting me get my due diligence, it was done, it was said, and soon I found myself sleeping in a cot, above a beast of a man named dread

But one guard would visit me daily, acting like he was in on something too, whispering languages I didn’t know, these little winks from unmovable eyes only to
quickly disappear from my or anybody else’s view. Leaving you with these eerie little thoughts

but before he’d leave, he’d drop pearls of insight to me, like “ chin up punk, at least you got your health, at least you got your mind”

To which all I could reply, was laugh aloud, and said, for fucks sake, I think you’re right, and whoever you are, and to wherever you went, I think you were being sarcastic, but your words somehow make sense, either that, or I’m not as smart as I’ve always believed myself to be, but we’ll leave that to the discretion of other’s yet I guess something to bear in mind, somehow someone thought of a patsy and saw it written all over me


About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

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