The Misbegotten Hope Of Lottery Nightmarish Nays. Poem by Michael Gale

The Misbegotten Hope Of Lottery Nightmarish Nays.



Money...
Lottery tickets.

Will i win? ...
Losing is such a sin.

Funny? ...
Did not win-did not win.

Spending...
On hope.

Did i win? ...
Guess not?

Nope...
I'm such a dope.

Let me cuss and mope...
After i cuss, i might need to wash my mouth out with soap.

Is there a lottery of hope? ...
Nope! oh you silly, silly dope.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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