The Fake Ticket - a Sequel

What do you mean it isn’t real It was a winning ticket And now all I can think to do Is wonder where to stick it A barcode and instructions It sure looks real to me It sure looks like a winner How could this ever be Well … If you try to scan that barcode You’ll see just what I mean You just might see blue smoke And wreck the poor machine You buy them at the five and dime Two fifty for a pack I only gave you one Or you would have a heart attack Gosh… I really didn’t mean it When I said those nasty things I really love your family And the way your mother sings The way your sister struts her stuff And flaunts her diamond rings The way your brother stuffs his gullet Full of chicken wings I would have gave it all to them You know I was just fooling I hope they keep on bringing food You know I’ve had no skooling Who thought that I was capable Such utter foul demar Who knew I’m so despicable It’s bound to leave a scar Dang me and defeat me They ought to take a stick and beat me A tree to hang my shame on A rope to write my name on Copyright © Mike Martin 2015