where to go

so much of what we need is plain old luck
those that we hate have all the force of pride
the effort and the thought soon coincide
and with the worst results we have been stuck
not with the ones desired but what the fuck
that was the consequence of one swift ride
on the hot horse and we should not deride
our better choices nor just pass the buck
to the slow learners of the lesser path
that's not the answer nor the proper way
instead we find a method to rise up
and let the victims feel the aftermath
is but the presage of a better day
they won't take notice of what's in the cup