Luck Be A Lady

    Lucky, he’s so lucky

       he knows he lucked out

             (as a lover of women)

     to be graced by a good woman

      he’s grateful

 expresses gratitude freely

       as wine flows freely

 (only take a couple freelies

    before it starts feeling weird)

   love, well that’s free

        (too)

        but all that love & luck

                    booze & gratitude

                    masks like Mardi Gras

                    covers like a sleeve

                           what’s tattooed on his heart

                                 (love me)

                            (love me)

                       (love me) (so I can love myself).

Only a guy who calls himself Herotomost could get away with this.

#8 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.