Paraskevidekatriaphobia logical as any other phobia right?

Superstition(s) stubbornly linger

impossible to shrug off

(cue Atlas) courtesy pointer finger

regarding Friday the thirteenth bringer

o' ire rush ill luck cue fountainhead gargoyle

nsync with ominous grateful dead singer

uneasiness drilled into collective

conscience since time immemorial

equally puzzling me as harbinger

of spilt salt tossed over left shoulder,

into the face of Devil who lurks

snapping unsuspecting bystander

fast as ginger.

 

Secular humanists, viz case in point

yours truly, who finds himself

flexing falange joint

as iterated above unable to pinpoint

despite persistent atheistic viewpoint

even when rash of unfortunate events,

whereby sizable tin of yard did anoint

me noggin than hours later dog

canine sank teeth into flesh to reanoint

(handily) these events eyepoint

out occurred 1300 hour August 13th

two thousand nineteen

funeral for William Zison

(late father in law) whose spirit

supposedly, securely, satisfactorily...

passed barred underworld checkpoint.

 

One (or I), could pick an arbitrary past

month day combination cast

amidst travails, yet fast

as quirky forgotten

mishaps occurred, I long last

forgot unpleasant mishaps vast

among pooled countless

circumstances that did blast

temporary woe out classed

courtesy aforementioned painful

bodily injuries leaving me aghast.

 

Generally (figurative) speaking

I tend to shrug off (think Atlas)

unexpected misfortune that did bring

momentary such as abby (a bee)

thee wife with painful sting

generating speculation how life fared

if assertiveness prevailed,

when ding a ling

interpersonal opportunity doth ring

regretting forsaking MaryAnne Sage,

whose strengths regarding

compatibility (she shared a string

of characteristics) regarding same birthdate

and square thumbs as

one garden variety generic

NON GMO and gluten free Joe King.