Thursday the 12th
by Ashley Lister
(a first draft)
I don't believe bad luck can come from spilling table salt.
There's no bad karma found beneath a ladder.
The only spirits I have ever known are single malt.
This superstitious sh*t could not be sadder.
I place no faith in broken mirrors
or crossed paths from a black cat
I don't believe in lucky heather
because I'm not a tw*t.
I don't believe there's truth in dreams
whether I'm asleep or I'm awake.
And now I'm off to spend tomorrow on
Camp Crystal Lake.
Ashley Lister
