Hapless?

Some say I have no luck But all they really do is cluck How can one have any hap When mostly all they do is nap I’m hapless to the nth degree Cause I think most when I pee I’m not one for self-aggrandisement I’ve no need for advertisement I cannot even say that I’ve sought Out a single future related thought And I cannot muster points to action To relieve these self-made sanctions So those who think I’m unlucky Should instead think I am sucky For allowing my life to pass by Without even attempting to try

The Waitron Argument

They call me a waitron,

A serving automaton,

For my “level fixed voice”

When taking a customer’s choice.

They say I act as a slave,

Another regular wave;

That I inspired the word robot ,

That my service ain’t got a lot.

I say I carry out my training

With a plomb.

I say I serve with many a

Linguistic bomb.

I believe I employ many tones

According to each new phone,

So each person I encounter

Is treated with especial wonder.

This I will always maintain

While thinking my refrain:

For our own inner universe

Is seen by others in reverse.