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Five More Tickets
Do I have permission to gamble?
I have never played blackjack or roulette, I’m a man of limited charms,
It has been drilled into me since time of birth- the gambling’s many harms.
The deck is stacked against you, the house in the long run wins,
Like drugs it’s strongly addictive, it’s one of the cardinal sins.
But there is magic in buying a lottery ticket, the jackpot fantasies serves,
I know my needs inside out- no one better than me the prize deserves.
From the moment I hold the ticket, to the time the numbers are called,
There’s never a dull moment, boredom and ennui from my life are recalled.
When I lose this round, there’s a momentary dip, but the next ticket boosts the soul,
To win the jackpot at least once in life, is my humble, determined goal.
Just yesterday I bought 5 more tickets, to increase my winning odds,
The weekly offerings made, now off to pray and appease the Gods.
Writory or another competition, one poem or five other,
Enough of sending messages in a bottle, it’s high time I win brother.
PS: This was first published on my poetry blog here.
