Four Leaf Clovers need to take over,
as the new paradigm,
Because when that happens and we all take over,
we can say anything with rhyme.
In a perfect world,
the one just out of grasp.
There is no murder,
or pursuit of fast cash.
We do what we wish,
only sometimes eat fish,
There’s always a dance floor,
and someone to dance with.
dead beat poet 