Four Leaf Clover

No matter how rare they are. How unique and beautiful they are.
They're all the same.

Sure I hate my life.
Sure I became a corporate sucker even though I told my friends I wouldn't
Sure I think I'm special, but I'm just one of the same.

I couldn't live my dreams.

The Specials spend their whole lives different, but not hated. They're sitting in a row of regulars waiting to be discovered.

Failed conspiracies started by a Four Leaf Clover.

Nature keeps things in line. Petals of five, even legs, odd clovers. The "lucky" ones are mutants of a "chaotic" government trying to keep things orderly.

After being discovered, they're cherished until another is found.

Some keep a jar of them. I dub thee Hollywood.

Some spend hours looking for one in a field.
They think they've found a beautiful, unique, special four leaf clover, only to find that it has the same shade as all the others.

I'm the trio of umbrellas for microorganisms.

I do not have opposable thumbs, only stubby fingers.
I do not have a memory, only a faulty tape recorder.
I do not have a heart, only dirty pipes.

Veins flow of chlorophyll with a photographic image.

Please don't try to develop it, it'll only come out black.
Don't look for anything special in my lucky penny.
I am the reason they're mad.

I am the three leaf clover in disguise.
I am the ocean wave the same as the last.
I am the cloud that looks like a train but made up of the same thing as others.

No personality.

A poser clover.

A poser clover tied down by nature.
A poser clover too afraid to grow more shade.

I should have known that I should be happy with what I have.

Who knows?

I might be liked.