Many will travel countless miles,
To purchase, a certain product, or brand,
or buy lottery tickets, a daily plan,
Knowing the odds, they will not win,
five out of ten, in their hand.
If gasoline prices raise, a few cents a gallon,
they talk and complain, for many days,
if a store clerk, ask them to leave change,
for a charity, they do, ask an hour later,
who, how much they gave, they don't have a clue.
Our mind needs, and loves stimulation too,
a few seconds, of a chance to win,
or a thought of helping another, with no effort,
People will give money to you.
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