Nostradamus And Stan Poem by Stanley Cooper

Who would have dreamed, way back when
I’d still be around in two thousand ten
In Vegas it was a gambling long shot
The heavy favorite, a grass covered plot

So much for gamblers, what do they know
Most, betting on favorites, lose all their dough
They’ll bet against my presence in year twenty-twenty
If they bet against that, they’ll lose every penny

I’m on the in, I know when I’ll go
I told my bookie, I’m not yet on Skid Row
So bet your life savings on this kid named Stan
The twenty first century Nostradamus-like man