Fear of flying— facing fear he boarded the plane which some minutes after takeoff violently shook and then plummeted toward earth— him being sad, not over his impending death, but having just won the lottery
I usually write a poem before the title. Like a book full of stories before they named it “The Bible”.
Phase 1: I wrote my name and didn’t consider it as a gamble. One out of many as my identity scrambles. It’s a possibility that we met just on different channels. All game shows are the same just different panels
Phase 2: Let’s meet and greet, then after enjoy my defeat. I’ll laugh on the inside trying to keep it discreet. Then again, I could be the loser. I tend to always jinx my own future. No smile on my face, I don’t see the humor. Lost in the game and laughed by the viewers No money in my pockets, just more for the producers. Good Game I guess!
Phase 3: Am I a living contestant gambling with my life? Out to find a better version of me trying to survive. Money spent with confidence and carrying my pride. I play to win, aware of consequence, yet I’m still staying alive.
It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. My life went straight to Hell because of the lottery. I got $100,000,000 when I won the Powerball. But after just two years, I'm broke, I lost it all. I bought expensive cars, mansions and a yacht. I went broke partly because of the things I bought. I also had family and friends begging at my door. Two years ago I was rich, but now I'm dirt poor. When it came to my money, I should've been tight. But I was generous, I handed out money left and right. I gave $250,000 to my church but ended up being sorry. The preacher used my donation to buy himself a Ferrari. I shouldn't have chosen to get my money in one lump sum. Now I'm living in a cardboard box because I'm a ***. I also lost money because the Government made me pay tax. I wanted to go after those Government Officials with an ax. The Government took the money and I told them where to stick it. If you want to avoid being in my shoes, stop buying lottery tickets.
You feel like a scratch-off lottery ticket that I accidentally won; received as a belated birthday gift, or bought impulsively at a gas station near the thruway. I don't think the powers that be intended to send you to me but low and behold, you’re the winner that I’ve waited too long to discover.
A hundred marbles in dish, A chance of fate to question with. Fifty red and fifty white, Fifty for my death and fifty for my life. I close my eyes and extend my hand to reach, My fingers brush the glass of each. Afraid to look at either outcome, If I see white, I breath for them. If I see red, they agree with me, this is the end.
With sweat forming at my brow, Three. Two. One. I open them now It's red like crimson, red like birth. Read like the paper that spoke my worth. The rope behind was tied, My fate was made as was mind. It's time.
Thirty seconds I hung, Thirty's seconds the rope did snap. Questioning why they put me back I guess lotteries play games like that.
All Hell broke loose when my friend stole my winning lottery ticket. He collected twenty million dollars and I told him where to stick it. But when my wife ran off with him, it was the last straw. He was going to pay even though I had to break the law. I owed a lot of money and that lottery ticket would've gotten me out of debt. I found out where he moved to and I put two bullets in his head as he slept. The gunshots woke up my wife and she said she was going to call the police. I'd been consumed by rage as I pulled the trigger and now she's also deceased. I'm in jail now and the other prisoners fear me, I make them all cringe. My friend and my slutty wife ruined my life but at least I got revenge.