Banish Fair
It is not fair, for fair is conscious
And this is simply chance.
No emotion, no sentient being to blame
Try not to claim that you don't deserve
This.
You don't deserve this.
Your merit is no part of this, this is
Simply statistical chance.
A roll of the dice. Now;
Banish Luck.
For the lady is only smoke and mirrors
And she can set you down in your comfy chair, leave you
Static, cursing the gods,
The fates, the muses, the near impossible
Odds of the national lottery and your
Rotten bad luck.
But my word. What power you have.
What life, what love, what
Incredible, wonderful beauty is within you.
Claim those fires.
Who then needs luck?
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