ah the blasted luck!

ah the blasted luck

ah the blasted luck

what have I done to deserve

such blasted luck?

every switch

every wall

every inched turn

every squall

such blasted luck

out of the water

into the fire

out of the woods

into the mire

such blasted bleedin' luck

what a swizz

why the cut

broken dreams

living in a hut

ah the blasted bleedin' luck of it all

my toe dipped

my foot slipped

my eye pierced

and wings clipped

for what now then

Bad Luck Zen

can basalt figures do 

about slight sniggers

when they emanate from the 

other side of the face?

they grin open a can 

and spray their mace

in my gnarled and chewed

corrosively blasted luck, screwed.

I drift away from port

and sail away on luck's wind.

Blasted wind!