Luck is a selfish allusion
That feeds off of the bitterly sour
Taste of others’ lives,
Those who lose, and lie, and die.
Luck is nothing more than perspective
That validates our never-ending wants
In a world filled with so much emptiness,
Those who struggle, and survive failing to thrive.
Luck provides us with reason
To justify having more than we deserve,
While others sadly don’t have our kind of luck,
And we, ever so unfortunately, just have no luck to spare.