Invention in Dissonance

A fun poem about viewing bad luck with a positive eye

Walking down the stairs today,
I tripped and lost my footing.
Bouncing and rolling, I found a new way
to travel from floor to floor.

Running out to the car for work,
I locked my keys inside.
Slamming and banging, I found a new way
to get inside my door.

Driving down the road too fast,
I ran into a hydrant.
Pissed off and soaking, I found a new way
to clean my rusting truck.

Yelling at my Boss too much,
I quickly lost my job.
Jobless and carless, I found a new way
to overextend my luck.