Lottery Addict
Richard
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We dream of a future, a fortune's embrace,
It's a tax on the poor, a fool's delight,
I see the numbers, they blur and blend,
But still I play, and I pretend,
But hope springs eternal, as long as it lasts,
I know I'm one, both poor and dumb,
But my heart skips a beat, with every heat.
They're just like me, it could be me,
We can't grasp the chance, the odds so vast,
A game of chance that fills the night,
Hoping for that promised land,
I see the winners on TV,
I'm a lottery addict, chasing a lie,
But deep inside, my doubts still burn.
Yet here I stand, ticket in hand,
Ignoring the truth, the bitter pain,
Yet every week, here I come.
Blind to the math, it's a desperate chase.
That someday soon, my luck will turn,
In this endless game, I see it through.
Every ticket bought, a hope anew,
More likely to be hit, crossing the street,
The numbers spin, they taunt my brain,
That my dreams are just a gambler's game.
The odds, they dance, drive me insane,
But I don't see the countless souls,
With dreams so high, and odds so shy,
But the money I've lost could have changed it too.
I buy my ticket every week,
A win could change my life, I believe it's true,
If it's so easy, then why do we wait?
With rollovers stacking, it's a tempting bait,
Who've thrown their money in the hole.
They say I've got no chance, the odds are slim,
But you've got to be in it, to ever win.
My rational mind, it takes a backseat,