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When I Win Me the Lottery

The state lottery
Stands at eight million.
I heard they take sixty percent in taxes,
But, man, I donít mind.
It'll afford me a condo in Seattle,
High in the sky,
Where I'll drink $20 bottles of wine-
Watching the sun set.
Buy my mama a new pair of legs.
And let my brother know peace
For his worried fingers
And his babies' mouths.
--Buy me a first class ticket to Lisbon,
Walk the calÁadas of Salazar's Portugal
Where my grandmother bought bread
And dreamt of a better life for her progeny.
When I win me the lottery.




Poetry by halfjack
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Written on 2017-02-18 at 09:07

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. I like the ending.
2017-02-21