Lottery Tool
You got get-rich-quick dreams
dancing in your pillow head
Put a dollar or ten into the Lepercaun winners pot,
and magically enlarge
the government coffers a whole lot
That’s right ... exactly,
fatten the pockets of those swamp gator publicans
you love to hate
But one lucky lottery tool
is gonna get
an elevated, graduated tax rate
One out of ten million,
those odds don’t ghetto calculate too great
Half a billionth of a decimal from zero
You gotta dig so deep
with the open sesame,
lightning’s-gon-strike-me dull blade
to find the buried treasure
of Sierra Madre
Fantasy Island invasion
by another fugazi AU
gambling-without-a-parachute fool
So many rigged cash worms
on the hook of a lottery tool
Go get your carny, free-money giveaway fisherman soak,
as you watch the numbered balls tumble and turn
Place another dollar or ten on the next spin,
those empty lint pockets seem to never ever learn
Sharp loser rebuke given to a dull lottery tool ...
instant gratification deflation —
Leaves you with a million ways to cry the blues
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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