Lottey Fix

A moment of truth may be delayed in arriving.
And so it was for Gosh Wheelright
who had played sundry lotteries for years
with only paltry returns for the money invested.

On a fateful Wednesday morning,
his eyes bulged. He gasped an expression
infrequent to him; Oh my God, I'll be damned.
The Mega Millions he had won

His first reaction was sober.
Verify the numbers. Verify he did.
The second reaction was reactionary.
A roar was broadcast from Apartment ID

The latter he vacated without delay,
without notice, without return address.
The following message he stuck to the door:
Get fucked you all!

There's much to weigh in a sudden get rich.
Where do I buy that condo, Nova Scotia or the French Rivera?
I stay in Chicago, I might need to hire bodyguards.
Who protects me from the bodyguards?

And about that cruise, I've always imagined.
To the Bahamas or an air conditioned one through the Amazon
then up the Straits of Magellan and on to the hula skirts of Tahiti
My every wild dream is about to be fulfilled.

A week later, Mr. Wheelright suffers a stroke
while humping two hermaphrodite twins in Caesar's Palace.
Moral of the story?
Don't visit Las Vegas





...to be continued