The Worst Luck

There once was a man who had the worst luck
If you asked him how his day went, he’d say it would suck
This burly man, who went by the name of chuck
Would get beaten, bruised, and covered in muck

Day after day, he wallow in fear
Of having something “accidentally” sent up his rear
Or watching the skies and checking everything near
For one day bad luck would take what he loved dear

Run over by a bus, survived in agony
To him, life was just tragedy after tragedy
It wasn’t that hard to see
That luck was to be the end of he