done with luck

what good
is the lucky
rabbit's foot
to a rabbit.
not so much
luck
there despite
four
of them.
i'd rather not
count on
the randomness
of so called
luck
and just plow
ahead
hoping for
the best. don't
give me
some curly
cue bald head
to rub, or an
alladin's lamp
don't point
out a twinkling
star a trillion
miles from
here to wish
upon. those lucky
numbers,
that lucky unwashed
hat. go ahead
and throw it
on the bed. no
worries. i'm done
with luck.
there is no such
thing.