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
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