To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Bad Day At Black Rock

My luck quickly changed when I touched the rabbit foot

And I gotta admit, perhaps it wasn't all that rotten at first

I won several grand in the lottery, and a year of free food

I cheated death and I got away, looking none the worse

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The magic seemed to never stop, miracles working as it should

Dean and I marvelled at the great luck that the foot has spurned

For a moment, everything seemed so well, fine off, all was good

But then someone stole it from me...and then the tables turned

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I spilled my coffee, the mild start of the very worst yet to come

I got caught in stupidest accidents, as if I was really that dumb

I tripped and I stumbled, I acted like a clumsy graceless moose

I set my arm on fire and got taken in by a couple of mad dudes

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I went through a lot, but now I'm just glad that the curse is done

When that Bella got served and the rabbit foot burned and gone

But despite all the rotten terrible hardships, I'll have to stay true

And do you know the worst thing that had ever happened to me?
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I lost my shoe.