Ernesto P. Santiago Poet Couplet

My Own Fixation

It is too easy to master the sadness, of my poetry
Than all the combinations, of winning the lottery

I’ll just think I’m sad, sadness becomes my poetry
I’m already mad and sad; still, I don’t win a lottery

That I decided to have my fixation, on a sad poetry
Than harvesting great sadness, of losing the lottery

There is, at least, one big profit of writing sad poetry
Freeing the pain that you gained, perhaps, in a lottery

So come hand in hand, let us build a world, of poetry
Rather than investing your hope, of winning a lottery

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