do your smiling teeth shield you from the truth?
or did I see you flinch?
your mirror is unimpressed with your sale
kills your dreams with no more than a pinch.
all you said you wanted
was a lucky rabbits foot
all the time you were unaware
of the scars from the abuse of your fortune
the second biggest shame to me
is you cast your own pall
tooth decay is plain to see
if you ever notice at all
I’m glad your luck is a gift to the world
taking stock in your bondage of toil
and every knave who won’t listen is branded a churl
you’re a silver-tongued, goldbricking,
King Clover, what have you got now?
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