I am a closet poet
I've played the numbers
I thought would win
I played them over
and over again
I picked birthdays and primes
But none were a winner
now that money's gone
and my wallet's thinner
This time I felt lucky,
my number was up, my fortune due
But the odds are against me
and now I'm sorta blue
I enjoy the dreams
a dollar will buy,
and if it rolls over
again I will try
I have better odds
being struck by ligntning
or getting flesh eating bacteria,
and that's really frightening!
But the lottery beckons,
so many dreams to fulfill
Somebody somewhere's a winner,
Someday I'll win, I will
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