I Love My Bad Luck Poem by Richard Jarboe

I love my bad-luck,
The champagne was flat,
But a guy exploded next to me,
That was good-luck at that, eh?

Bad-luck the car wouldn't start,
Good-luck when it comes to my heart,
Bad-luck I missed the date,
But when I checked out, I didn't have to wait.

Without bad-luck, where would good-luck be?
In geological time, now really,
There's a lot of genetics that go into this stuff,
No wonder you can't get enough.

When you get down on your luck,
Look for the up- luck; it's a matter of time.
And when you run out of luck, look for the in-luck,
Because there's always a sign.