I played my cards carefully, yet the results were the same.
I avoided each starch so they can’t take the blame.
The only thing I can muster is luck really exists.
Because my insides feel like their riddled with an army of tiny cists.
The only explanation I can find for this muddy butt bath.
Is the black cat that, last night, managed to cut across my path.
Narration coming soon
Narration coming soon for this voice