BAD FATE
BAD FATE
Bad fate
follows me like a razor
cutting the beard off my face
at bad angles
leaving my jowels stripped
I accidentally sent
the other day
ironic email memos
to the subject of my irony
instead of the intended recipient
He worked for the secret police
I had told of his scandals
and held him up to ridicule
What sort of fate
is attached to my forefinger.
What drives these errors?
How deadly these coincidences may become
I have no idea
I ask the Kosmos
To better inspire my words
But there is some trick to all this
Still – I can take a hint
Bad fate
follows me like a razor
cutting the beard off my face
at bad angles
leaving my jowels stripped
I accidentally sent
the other day
ironic email memos
to the subject of my irony
instead of the intended recipient
He worked for the secret police
I had told of his scandals
and held him up to ridicule
What sort of fate
is attached to my forefinger.
What drives these errors?
How deadly these coincidences may become
I have no idea
I ask the Kosmos
To better inspire my words
But there is some trick to all this
Still – I can take a hint
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