I’ve played it out of habit, bought the tickets, stood in line.
I’ve called the game “the stupid tax” at least a hundred times.
I’ve dealt with all the nay sayers who tell me I can’t win.
They’ll all be here with their hands out the day my ship comes in.
For on that day Champagne will flow and I’ll be of good cheer.
Bankers and accountants will all vie to have my ear.
All the long stemmed lovelies who ignored me heretofore
Will be slipping me their numbers and hoping they can score.
That day I’ll dress in bespoke suits and watch the Wall Street ticker.
They’ll call me “top shelf Johnnie” for my discerning taste in liquor.

Even with my new found wealth, I hope some things will linger.
I’m still with my first wife you see; I’ve never been a *******.
Through these years of losing tickets she always stood by me.
That day that she said yes was when I won my lottery