Blood & Treasure
Fortune’s just another word for fate,
A golden road to tread –
A set of contacts in one’s purse,
As gifted by the Universe.
A set of circumstances on a plate,
A warm and feathered bed –
The world is brandy and cigars,
As laid out in the genes and stars.
Yet fortune’s just another word for luck,
A trove of bonus corn –
For what is an inheritance
But life’s epitome of chance ?
You didn’t earn this gold you’ve struck,
Except by being born –
And yet you think you’re somehow worth
This prize you’ve stolen from the earth.
Rhyming Couplets 