Luck, Money and Confidence

Confidence wins

but money wins more

and neither underestimate luck.

It’s the difference between someone liking your poems

and stepping in front of a truck.

Accidents kill

more people’s dreams

than the CIA backed coups.

But if you were there

when the elections were rigged

you’d wish it didn’t happen to you.

If I was a millionaire

I’d piss on the sun

and ruin a mythical source.

Really my luck

is a Ford Pickup Truck

after it’s run over a horse.

And the engine’s destroyed

and all full of guts

and the grill is a mess of blood

and the wheels are all red like the street

and the transmission’s twisted

and filled ’til it’s jagged

with four broken bones and some teeth.