I tried the markets the other day
Called my broker just to hear him say
“Sell some goods, son, you’ll do good
But just for fortune, knock on wood”
So, I sold some goods I didn’t have
Lo, behold, I didn’t do bad!
Well, I doubled up the next days’ trade
Boy, oh boy, I’ve got it made!
Then things went wrong
I don’t know why
Now all I do is sit and cry
If I had my cash back now
I know I’d get by somehow
(Or, I could try to win again
If I just had more money to spend)
But, it’s too late; the wife, she’s gone
Couldn’t stand the gambling long.
She took the kids; the assets too.
Now I don’t know what to do? I know!
I’ll take my revolver out.
Stick a bullet in
Spin the chamber ’round about;
Then place it beneath my chin.
The slug will propel its clout
Deep into my brain,
Certain with the speed it mounts
I’ll never feel the pain.
But what if things should go amiss
It’s happened times before
Perhaps I’ll miss deaths’ kind kiss;
Lie thrashing on the floor!
Of course the docs I would amaze.
Things like this of miracles made!
But I would spend the rest of my days
In a fuzzy, foggy sort of shade.
But, no, the more I think of it,
With all my tumbled, battered wit.
Perhaps my scattered, scrambled brain
Could finally figure out their game.
They’d come to me for sweet advice.
Everyone would treat me nice:
For I would have the clues you see,
The way that things will surely be.
Yes, thats the answer, oh so pure,
Where’s my pistol now I’m sure.
I’ll cock the hammer straight on back;
Pull the trigger with a whack!
Come to see me when I’m up
Surely I can bring you luck.
We’ll decide what moves to make,
I’ll only charge you half the take.
You and I, we’ll do so good.
But just for fortune, knock on wood.
— copyright Osolomeo
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