Lady Luck
By shmessie
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Lady Luck,
You're still fifteen,and with
me like a little girl.
You've discovered dope
as a cure for middle class blues.
Self styled blues from
musical aspirations.
Self styled ambitions,
from manufactured blues.
Safely cloistered in teenage wonderland,
With boys, and the occasional joint.
Smoke it, smell it, get high on it.
Be lucky some more, and stay
Fifteen, just for me, so I
can pretend that 'me' is synonymous
With 'you'.
Breathe it in, don't open the door!
Mommy might catch you!
(make sure you stay afraid to live)
Don't cry, except when your
young luck runs out.
Then let the rivulets burst
their banks
And see, with washed eyes
what I am.
Smoke your weed, float on the smell,
Think about sex and let it
become your private language.
Smoke, breathe in, stay afraid
Lady Luck.
Be fearful of life and keep your
blood safely stopped in your veins.
When your luck runs out and
youth evades you,
Turn to me with bright, washed eyes,
And let me clear the smoke.
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