Got stuck coming out. OB had her doubts. It set the tone for my life complications. Silver spoons were few. Middle child of two. Just getting by was deemed too high above my station. My friends, okay, I guess. They’d leave me in their mess, but did they have to vote me ‘Most Likely to Die’? One time they beached a whale, just me went to jail. My wishing well dry, my new mantra: ‘Why try?’ Working sweeping after rhinos at the zoo. Taking cafe breaks next to the girl who sold balloons. From that day on, misfortune’s gone. Must tell the world the news of my crazy dumb luck love. She’s oddly nice to me. We rarely disagree. Our big contention: I say she’s the cute one. We laugh and rarely cry. Darned if I fathom my crazy dumb luck love. [instrumental solo] Love’s a lottery. Some win, some lose, we see. If you hit the jackpot, thank the stars above. If I knew the recipe, I’d write the book of me and my crazy dumb luck love.
