The Wish


I wish I had a dollar to play it in the slot.
But I'd be a loser and want my dollar back.
The sign of a loser is when I sit down,
and my subconscious jumps out.
Then he sits down and calls me a loser
and asks to borrow that dollar, wins and won't give it back.
So, I'll just keep my wish and keep the dollar.

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