Bad Luck Revolution

Submitted into Contest #180 in response to: Write about someone whose luck is running out.... view prompt

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African American Funny

I picked up a charm

It was teal and bucked

I thought it was

A bit of good luck

I want you to hear

The lesson I learned

It has been imagined

Now I have adjourned

Day One: 

Do the flowers bloom

Like my new Transaction

My chance to make

An extra action

I made a change

Be filled with cheer

I wish I wish

Before new years

Make things right

From things before

My big mistakes

And so much more

I had a secret

I had to hide

Made a big mistake

I had classified

My teacher from 2nd

4th and 5th

Made me sit

With Cassandra Kits

So then I peed in my seat

It smelled so very sick

So then she kept it a secret

Then made me sit next to rick

But now that things have changed

I really wanted revenge

I was told before

I may have just avenged

She said I could have followed

Behind my brother Mark

The stories he has told

About the little starks

He left me in terror

So I followed him

As if he was serious

About what he still going in

The lesson I have learned You don't trust everything

Because you tear up enough not to smile

That does not mean you can’t believe

Just gain trust for a while

I kissed I kissed

I kissed my luck 

it was not better

And now I sulked

Day two:

I put on a tinder chushell

For leaking or discreet

All the kids at my school

would make fun of me

I would start to cuss

And say profound things

That leaves them under pressure

To what they can do to me

They really tell the teacher?

‘Bout something I cannot hide

I just decided

To tell a little lie

But did that work

No not at all

I said she put something in my mouth

A broken credit card

Can you really judge me?

Does it come to your surprise?

I wanna see you do better

Ok, I see you tried.

Did you come up with something good?

That matches my lie

Even if you did

That's my lesson tonight

Never lie to your peers

Or rather anyone

If you do it is true

You will get nothing done

I kissed I kissed

I kissed my luck 

it was not better

And now I sulked

Day three: 

My sister pushed me

What should I do

If I was young 

I will be very true

I would be very true

Push her into a pool

Do something so cool

But it is so cruel

I just made her drown

6 feet underground

She is 3 feet

Now I wonder how

I have some questions

Some were un-answered

Answers are confusing

How will I figure out what I can do?

How did she survive?

Why did I care?

Is she ok?

Did I give her a scare?

May I have hurt her? 

Is she mad at me?

The lesson I learned

When I was three

Don’t be rude

Never be mean

Always be cool

Never be me

I kissed I kissed

I kissed my luck 

it was not better

And now I sulked

Day four:

I think hard about the stolen credit card

I did not take the blame

I really really hope

I never do the same

Money don’t grow on trees

Don’t steal money for your charge

I did this before

I stole a credit card

My mom got mad

My dad a roar

My sister would cry

My brother would mope

My brother was teaching

Me to pickpockets

How to steal money

And other kids' toy rockets

I stole from him

He got upset

Now he regrets

He taught me how to pick pockets

The one thing I learned from here to yonder

That we do that I have pondered

The fact of the matter not to steal from a first responder.

Never to steal from your mom or you look upon her

Doing this promise in honor 

Don’t steal from my friend Glen O’connor

Don’t steal because that will be a dishonor

Don’t go to china and steal a yuan per

But everybody knows

Stealing is ODDER

Just means you Broke

I kissed I kissed

I kissed my luck 

it was not better

And now I sulked

Day 4

I think I could relieve

I saw the the big social unit of my generation destroyed,

How I mourned the household.

Does the household make you shiver?

Does it?

A mansion, however hard it tries,

Will always be cool.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the mansion,

Gently it goes - the smashing, the sleek, the lukewarm.

I saw the the wooly fasten of my generation destroyed,

How I mourned the firm.

Now wooly is just the thing,

To get me wondering if the firm is flocculent.

I asked to many questions

While people sat and cry

Somebody yelled at me

And now I go in sign

That lesson told me be curious

But not too much.

I kissed I kissed

I kissed my luck 

it was not better

And now I sulked

Day 5:

Ode to I

I could never have loved anyone

the way I loved you

bodies and hearts facing light

I shared with you my soul

Was there no swear?

But our kiss was just a mirage

you never believed

and always meant only an instant

We are now just two lonely bodies.

The lesson was don’t trust love.

I kissed I kissed

I kissed my luck 

it was not better

And now I sulked

Day 6: 

calate is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite sad though.

It really is a tale of woe,

I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her chocolate a shake,

And sobs until the tears make.

The only other sound's the break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The chocolate is beautiful, Pretty and deep,

But she has promises to keep,

Until then she shall not sleep.

She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed,

With thoughts of sadness in her head,

She idolizes being dead.

Facing the day with never ending dread.

That's when I learned

I honestly don’t know

I kissed I kissed

I kissed my luck 

it was not better

And now I sulked

Day 7: 

Well last day before new years

Happy as ever

This will be now or never 

please be cautious

Be so good

I hope that

You understood

It was nice

To share secrets making everything unique

I think I have had some fun

I have got my job done

Do the right thing

If you don't mind 

This is the end

Of my writing time

Share your thoughts

Be united

Learn the thing

You ponder right then

I feel my

Job is done

This is a victory one

Now that I know

Don't pick a clover that's teal

Just to remember

Good luck is not real

The end

January 10, 2023 21:16

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