Bad Luck, or The Countless Thousands

This is very, very old. I found it on my computer while rummaging through my word files attempting to piece together some sort of patchwork short story to submit for class tomorrow. I got rid of the last two verses though, 'cause they were siiiilly. Enjoy. Comment.

There was the man in his suit

With his paper cut-out bride

(That’s me)

Eyes to the skies

Choreographed, but never dancing

There were the Countless Thousands

And the wall inside my head is getting weaker

I am snapping, now,

Hands clapping, head shaking, teeth baring

At random moments

Trying to keep them at bay

There was the unexpected avalanche

About whom we shall say nothing more

It’s all been said before

(But never done)

There was the obvious joke

(It wasn’t very funny)

You’re slipping, Lady Luck

Cards to your necklace of mirrors