Clover

You've lost everything you had

It costs all of your glad

But there is hope in your pocket

Somehow it will fill your wallet

When you looked at that corner

There were the four leaves

Ripped, in a glass of water

plastified, trick up my sleeve

It's really all you got

But what a shame it would be

If a black cat appears in your spot

What a shame, you would agree

Fate and faith

The weight of superstition

Hate, a wraith

Seems like an addiction

You didn't get back what you had

This is going to drive you mad

It's what you get for count on luck

What do you get for muck?

Oliver Yeager

5th June 2019