All day long I've had bad luck.
This morning I got on an elevator and it got stuck.
I had a panic attack and thought I was going to die.
I asked a man to put out his cigarette and he stuck it in my eye.
A guy tried to take my taxi so he and I had a bout.
I thought I could win but he turned me inside out.
I learned that I have a jaw that's made of glass.
I lost several of my teeth when that guy kicked my ass.
At lunch I dropped my sandwich and it got covered with ants.
I bent over to throw it away and I ripped the seat out of my pants.
At the end of the day a boy spit on me and kicked me in the nads.
Later I found a dear John letter from my wife so that proves my luck isn't all that bad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem