If life was a mega lotto
And we all had sure numbers
What a mess it will be so
When we are all the winners!
No one to order from
No one to serve our meals
As millionaires we become
Our pride will thus reveal.
No one to shop for food
Or wash the car and fill it
Our wealth may not be good
All work we now forfeit.
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