Lotteries


oh! Lotteries are so much badly set
that, to my great regret,
I never win,
and all the tickets go to a litter bin,
and all the money just feed the machines
and vacant hopes for winnig a nice house,
where's exterminated every louse,
and every bedbug, every roach and mouse.
the net of the deceitful hopes
so firmly tied by the unseen ropes,
makes a web-net that never will select a poet-
no home- to a verse-writer! no! no flat!
because the mean computers do not like his hat,
as he's too old, too stupid and too fat.
let he be living in one room,
as in a carton box,there lives a cat!
Ivan Petryshyn, AAP, ISPS

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