Don't rest your hopes on a four-leaf clover, or pray the gray will lift and blow over. A lucky rabbit would retain its foot, and a four-shoed horse can still go kaput. In life, friends and foes can do-si-do, and which one is which, you may not know.
He sits alone. His barstool straight, it faces forward - not askew. The room is full, the music loud. He stares through his half-empty brew. He's oblivious to all else -- all alone in the human zoo.