Lucky Charms, Curses, Superstitions And Old Wives' Tales

I never kept a rabbit's foot,
Wasn't one for lucky charms.
Not even a four leaf clover,
To protect against life's harms.

A black cat can cross my path,
Cast on me your gypsy curse.
For I'm immune to them all,
Immerse me in fate's worse.

I deliberately spill the salt,
Do spit upon a lucky penny.
Of foolish old wives tales,
I just don't believe in any.

I love to walk under ladders,
Then on that pavement crack.
I am never kismet's victim,
Of superstitious payback.

What goes around comes around,
Providence's alleged price to pay.
Well it's Friday the thirteenth,
And I've won the lottery today.

I always hear owls hooting,
That somebody will soon die.
I don't believe in karma,
A dogma I'll never deny.

I've broken many a mirror,
Exactly seven years ago.
The best years of my life,
Good things they did bestow.

Put my shoes on the table,
As soon as I get home.
Next to the open umbrella,
Now it's no longer alone.

I live at number thirteen,
Where dogs howl at night.
And no fortune cookies exist,
Offering their false foresight.

And if one believes or not,
That's simply up to you.
It's only a matter of time,
To see if any ring true...