Luck is A Man

I don’t know how muttering and reciting

poems got a husband’s attentions.

I guess I have a lucky little cunt after all. 

Calmly I ask

 What else have

you lied about?

You don’t like my soups

or bread? 

 

Well, I don’t either.

here

I am not sure

what direction I come from. 

 

Perhaps I too

wanted power and lost lakes.   

Carrots

The carrots taste gross and I’m not lying.

Hot chocolate with chocolate chip cookies

taste better and there is really no reason to discus it. 

Carrots may be better for you but chocolate

tastes better and that for me is enough of a reason

to eat dipped chocolate chip cookies, not carrots.

 

May you live forever