Played some scratchers for the better part of his life.
One hundred in
Got ****** up on the UV ink

Hope drawn from the next in line
One hundred and one
Connection voided with a tare

Shackled to the shilling
Required for one hundred and two
Binds himself to an unsightly wealth

Allowance gifted in bi-weekly installments
And out comes one hundred and two
Wins the jackpot with pigment under nail

His keeper takes to court.
Seizing one hundred and two
She departs for paradise

Left with a modest sum
He’s up to three hundred and eight
He’s losing it now

Support called in by all the renounced
Stalemated at three hundred and eight
His credits no longer valid with any lottery clerks