Bad Luck

If I pointed to a spot on the globe,
And said, “There, I’ll travel there.”
It would probably be a warzone.

That kind of day,
I would say today was just spilt milk,
But I spilt milk all over myself.

I reached down for the penny,
It was on heads, I grabbed it
The previous owner had the flu, now I do.

Rabbit’s foot? Four leaf clover?
No, nothing can help,
Bad luck has a grasp on me.