The lottery hit well over 500 million bucks, <br />And everyone was making plans <br />As if they'd already got the dough - <br />Some made lists of unneeded vices, <br />Others, plans to invest it all <br /> (' 500 million just isn't enough these days ya know! ') - <br />So many - who mind you hadn't even won yet - <br />Were quickly showing signs of paranoia, <br />Plans to move far away, change phone numbers, get lawyers, <br />security systems, gaurds, and guns! <br /> (' gotta be prepared ya know, <br />this kinda cash can cause friends to turn on ya! ') - <br />The day before they lived without a worry. <br />Then so suddenly, overcome with the emotion of it all <br />Their fear ran amuck: <br />' What if strangers call, <br />asking for a buck? ! ' <br />' How dare the vagrants so bold be, <br />to ask for even a pittance <br />from one of such wealth as me? ! ' <br /> <br />- Thinking of all that everyone had said, <br />It sort of went to my head. <br />So naturally I started to plan, <br />What if I was that winning man? ... what would I do? <br />- I'd buy a jet! <br />...no, I get air sick. <br />- I'd buy a yacht! <br />...no, I get sea sick. <br />- I'd buy a mansion overlooking L.A.! <br />...no, the smog makes me sick. <br /> <br />Then it hit me, hard and low. <br />I'm just not cut out to be rich. <br />... for no matter what, I am simply an average 'Joe'. <br />Even merely pondering over that kind of gross cash <br />Gave me a heartfelt fit. <br />Just the thought of being a wealthy snob <br />... really does make me sick! <br /> <br /> So here, please <br />Take these lottery tickets back. <br />I've decided to be content, <br />Just a sittin' peacefully <br />Over here on the 'poor' side of the tracks.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lucky-26/
