Some people don't think of luck,
Because they believe for them luck sucks.
And they seek to search for a life,
That drips upon them obvious fortunes.
And when those fortunes,
For them are prayed...
Are overdue in delivery and much delayed,
They give up on a committed faith.
Until that faith devotedly prayed,
Slips from their loyalty and fades away.
They become crude with attitude.
And strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!
Some people don't think of luck,
Because they believe for them luck sucks.
And they seek a life of fortune quick.
No matter if the getting of it,
Is corrupt, vicious and a bit mentally sick.
People self centered like this,
Can strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!
People self centered like this...
Corrupt, vicious and a bit mentally sick,
Could care less...
Who is victimize by their wickedness.
And...
They will strike to bite like barricudas.
Shifting in their pleasant moods.
And proving to be rude too!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem