The Lottery

 

Come one, come all

 let your money fall

Just take a chance on luck

You'd better have it to spare

 or you'll surely lose your hair

In the end you'll spend more than a buck

 

Come on, oh gentile

 just feel fortune's wheel

 Close your eyes and pray

Cross your heart and hope to die

 so what if you'll have to lie

Forget the rent you'll have to pay

 

Come come, you fool

 Let me take you to school

 Go and pawn that car you drive

Take a chance

 on this great romance

This rush will keep you alive

 

Come gather around

 from town to town

It doesn't get any better than this

If it's not your turn

 you're gonna crash and burn

I'll seal your fate with a kiss

Reviews

[mope]

Nicely satired.

And rightly so - it's a tax on desperation.

[deeps]

I really enjoyed this write.
This is written so well as well.
I thought it was cute as well.

[Christina May Shanaberg]

This was a very good poem and fittingly describes the "lottery mania" that so many fall prey to. People would be better off putting their cash in the bank!