In Life's Lottery, My Number Came Up
In Life's lottery, my number came up|
To have you as father, your clone as boss
As such I'll never drink Victory's Cup
All my success will go down as a loss
Did God or Devil make Fate so perverse?
To grow thereby, or simply to suffer
For each step forward, three go in reverse
As if Satan is my stocking stuffer
Some such as you would say to try harder
Though you can see for yourself the results
To my progress Fate plays the retarder
My Hope Eternal Destiny insults
(Or could it be a life driven by Pride
Finally leaves me with no place to hide).