Today I bought two lottery tickets, because I had a feeling that it would be now or never - they were both blanks. So I am not going to be rich after all. Nothing at all to be done about it.
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Adventure upon all the tickets in the lottery, and you lose for certain; and the greater the number of your tickets the nearer your approach to this certainty.
quote by Adam Smith
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Rub Offs
People buy those rub off tickets.
I see 'em on the ground.
I don't buy those rub off tickets
but there was one I found.
I rubbed it off and won ten bucks
so I went and bought two more
and when I rubbed them off again
I went back in the store.
The lady said, 'You've won big money
What are you gonna do? '
I said to her 'What's big money'
She answered '10 thousand for you.'
So I bought ten thousand tickets
and rubbed 'em off all day.
And not even one was a winner
so I went on my way.
Money comes and money goes.
That's how it is for me.
So if I find another ticket
I'll give it away for free.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lottery tickets are a surtax on desperation.
quote by Doug Coupland
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Windfall
the indian lottery man
who walked the length
and breath of brickfields,
the one i usually bought
some lottery from, wishing
for a windfall of its first prize -
a cool US$1 million - where is he?
has he too gotten a windfall?
lying flat and peaceful like the
graves I passed by just now?
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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May this plain statement of facts prevail on the friends of the rising generation to interpose for their welfare; that the education of children may no longer be to parent and master a lottery, in which the prizes bear no proportion to the enormous number of blanks.
quote by Joseph Lancaster
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Quinella Holiday
The bar was crowded in the arvo din
And the voices got higher and higher
For the man at the back with the tickets in his hat
He would have to do more than aspire to
A place with some light on the sand near a beach
A place near some green running water
Place on the hill with a view of the sea
And the cooking was done by his daughter
If the quinella comes in today
The day is late and the race is run
A full weeks wages and the lots been done
cos the meeting is over and the crowd has thinned
In the game of chance the dice has rolled its spin
Another long week, lady luck makes it plain
His dreams and his hopes are dashed in vain
In the final shout as they call his name
His tickets lie like scattered leaves out on that asphalt plain
Looking around for the moment thats right
Lottery life well the numbers are tight
As they try one more pull on the handle too late
He thinks of what could be it sticks in his throat
If the quinella...
(garrett/moginie)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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But I just think we've got such a continuity with what we're doing that most people come in and fill in the blanks. And sometimes we leave a lot of blanks to be filled.
quote by Charlie Hunter
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Lucky?
The lottery hit well over 500 million bucks,
And everyone was making plans
As if they'd already got the dough -
Some made lists of unneeded vices,
Others, plans to invest it all
(' 500 million just isn't enough these days ya know! ') -
So many - who mind you hadn't even won yet -
Were quickly showing signs of paranoia,
Plans to move far away, change phone numbers, get lawyers,
security systems, gaurds, and guns!
(' gotta be prepared ya know,
this kinda cash can cause friends to turn on ya! ') -
The day before they lived without a worry.
Then so suddenly, overcome with the emotion of it all
Their fear ran amuck:
' What if strangers call,
asking for a buck? ! '
' How dare the vagrants so bold be,
to ask for even a pittance
from one of such wealth as me? ! '
- Thinking of all that everyone had said,
It sort of went to my head.
So naturally I started to plan,
What if I was that winning man? ... what would I do?
- I'd buy a jet!
...no, I get air sick.
- I'd buy a yacht!
...no, I get sea sick.
- I'd buy a mansion overlooking L.A.!
...no, the smog makes me sick.
Then it hit me, hard and low.
I'm just not cut out to be rich.
... for no matter what, I am simply an average 'Joe'.
Even merely pondering over that kind of gross cash
Gave me a heartfelt fit.
Just the thought of being a wealthy snob
... really does make me sick!
So here, please
Take these lottery tickets back.
I've decided to be content,
Just a sittin' peacefully
Over here on the 'poor' side of the tracks.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Our Tickets Were Counterfeit
You must align yourself with reality.
Traces of you scatter in points of view,
Diminished!
Gone.
Not to come back.
Where IS your focus at?
You must stop and watch your tracks.
Or contact the contractor,
Who sold 'you' that 'trip' you bought!
I can't believe you don't see,
That dead end coming.
As sure as can be!
You are slower than I thought.
When we paid for our fare together...
Where were you
When I and the others knew,
Our tickets were counterfeit!
We were sold fantasy,
That is why we are alarmed...
And shouting in fits!
Where were you?
Those who listened knew.
The tickets we have are counterfeit.
And now they are saying...
There's no way to get out of it!
We waited too long,
To right the wrong of this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Must Confess
Today I confess to you
one of my biggest fears
That you don’t feel the same as I do.
Today I confess to you
one of my greatest joys
For this feeling gives me great happiness.
Today I confess to you
my grandest accomplishment
To be able to have this feeling.
Today I must confess to you
That seeing you
Makes me feel complete.
Today I must confess to you
That your touch
Heals all my pain.
Today I must confess to you
what I feel is painful
And it makes it more grand.
Today I must confess to you
That no one shares
What my heart feels for you.
Today I must confess to you
My deepest feeling,
I love you!
poem by Maria Segura
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What's Philli's Ph or who the F of Philli is -?
Baby bee n times I can be a rapper
Can't help sometimes gotta go flapper
Sorry for spelli too mini a skirt
Too mini a brain too tight a shirt
These Angle turmoils your lg spoil
No worry honey it's just an angle
Of a circle lol or a triangle
Can't take it baby, not any more
He's gotta go out, out of your door
It'll pass or fail at the first test
When Philli fills in all the rest
Hello Philli hip hip hurray
I've come today to make my day
Shall we take it outside if it hurts your pride
Fill in the blanks exercise 1
Say who has lost and who has won
Fill in the blanks exercise 2
There's no fool unless I sing about you
Fill in the blanks exercise 3
Say who got A and who got C
Teach teeth to stammer
Teach steps to speed
Who brought your hammer
Say what's your creed
Say Philli nilly-willy
Who's that rotten in this Denmark vice
U r a secret gadget powerful device
Kneel down Philli before definitions
These are just last extinct ignitions
Of academic dames going nuts with buts
Academic sirs in pro and con huts
You wanna know you wanna know
The Wh- of the last glow
And you oh reader surely don know
What Ph Phili or who the F of Philli is
Lol fill in the blanks exercise 1
Or be patient please as Phili is
A person persona empty non grata
Rising on different social strata
Hello Philli hip hip hurray
What's gonna happen if u come my way?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Shorty Blackwell
Written by micky dolenz
Shorty blackwell, shorty blackwell
Be friends with me, be friends with me
Shorty blackwell, shorty blackwell
Be friends with me, be friends with me
Im feeling very bad today
Another cat came into stay
Hes eating all my food
Hes speaking very rude
Hes gonna change the mood
Im feeling very bad today
A red balloon got in my way
It followed me around
But never touched the ground
What can I say?
He built a house upon a hill
Ask him if hes happy and then give him a pill
Hes going mad
He bought another car today
Ask him if hes happy, then turn the other way
Hes going mad (repeat over and over)
Im feeling very bad today
Another cat came into stay
Hes eating all my food
Hes speaking very rude
Hes gonna change the mood
Black and shiny now youve finally
Gotten everything youve wanted
And youre taunted by the power
That you really dont want anymore
Everybodys talking faster
Hurry up get me a master
I dont have much time to lose
And besides Im polishing my shoes
Crossing the street
Watching your feet
Or youll die in a thunderbird light
Wishing with all of your might
That you read the newspaper that
You forgot to buy today
How will you know what they do when they say
Say(repeat over and over)
Im feeling very bad today
Another girl came by to stay
I cant think of a word
To tell you what Ive heard
Ive been away (10 times)
I am my? (repeat continually as it fades)
song performed by by Monkees
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Everyone, and Myself
today is a new day
a new start
clean and bright
all shiny and new
a warm comfort
like the sunrise
a brand new start
letting go
feeling good
being myself
my past is my past
forgive everyone
and myself
love today
everyone
and myself
today is that day
this day was made
for everyone
and myself
its a wonderful feeling
to know yourself
for everyone
and myself
I have hope
for everyone
and myself
today I am Free
From everyone
and my Old self
Today I am new
To everyone
and myself
Today I am happy
For everyone
and Myself
Today Is a new Life
With Hope, and Meaning
With Everyone
and Myself
Love Everyone, and Myself
Because of Today
I Know Myself.
poem by Tony Hernandez
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I pay parking tickets. You know, you can try to give 50%, but then they charge you all those penalties! Seriously, I have gotten many, many, many tickets in my life.
quote by Debra Messing
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Groundnut Seller
I was selling groundnuts and,
You came looking and laughing at me;
'Ha-ha-ha-ha! '
But today i am a rich man and,
You want me to help you.
So is life when no one knows the future!
And so it is when one has a dream all along;
But in this life, nobody knows tommorrow.
I was thirsty and no one gave me water,
I was lonely and no one cared for me,
I was hungry and no one gave me food,
I was homeless and no one gave me shelter,
But today i am a rich man.
Who are these people that they cannot learn?
Who are these people that they cannot wait for the glory of Yahweh?
For today, i am no longer the groundnut seller you saw.
I am a rich man and you want me to help you,
But your laughter those days had deprived you from this help.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Cowboy Poem
Cowboy Poetry
Cityscape, skyscrapers and hazy, smog filled sunsets; streets full
of brilliant red and white car lights. No one sleeps here.
A postcard of New York? The big apple, wormholes, steamy air,
big shows and… never mind that, admire the city as manmade art.
Prosperity, everyone can become rich here, even a bus driver can,
if he saves all his money and live with his mother, collect her
pension long after she’s dead. Go to Nevada, I knew a man there,
who won money on a lottery ticket and bought a horse,
he’s a poetry cowboy now. This proves there is no need to go to
New York to make it big. With luck you can make it everywhere
and get to ride a horse too.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 164
She said “I’m not being funny, but I need my benefits
So I can fit my kids in a big new car
I their dads can’t pay as they’re all different guys
And I don’t really know who they are
And I’m not being funny but I need handouts for food,
Yes, its true that most is spent of cigs and drink
And of course my lottery tickets should be funded by you
So it’s not my cash going down the sink
And I’m not being funny but I’d really like a job
I want to get some work honestly
But not cleaning or manual stuff, I’ve to much pride for that
And every boss has it in for me
They asked me to turn up on time and work while I am there
And won’t let me skive which I find cruel
I’m not being funny but you should all pay for me”
And I didn’t find it funny at all
poem by Flying Lemming
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Summertime Feeling
Come and dream an S Club feeling
I've got that summertime feeling
Slow down cos you're movin' too fast
Close your eyes and let the day go past
Feelin' the sun and the breeze in your hair
Let the waves take away your cares
I'm feeling good today
I just wanna listen to what the flowers say
See if the cool wind carries my dreams
Not too cold in the sun beams
I've got that summertime feeling
Come and dream an S Club feeling
I've got that summertime feeling
Come and dream an S Club feeling
So I'm takin' a drive today
Friends in the back
song performed by by S Club 7 from Sunshine
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Traveling Dream
I am packing to go to the airport
but somehow I am never packed.
I keep remembering more things
I keep forgetting.
Secretly the clock is bolting
forward ten minutes at a click
instead of one. Each time
I look away, it jumps.
Now I remember I have to find
the cats. I have four cats
even when I am asleep.
One is on the bed and I slip
her into the suitcase.
One is under the sofa. I
drag him out. But the tabby
in the suitcase has vanished.
Now my tickets have run away.
Maybe the cat has my tickets.
I can only find one cat.
My purse has gone into hiding.
Now it is time to get packed.
I take the suitcase down.
There is a cat in it but no clothes.
My tickets are floating in the bath
tub full of water. I dry them.
One cat is in my purse
but my wallet has dissolved.
The tickets are still dripping.
I look at the clock as it leaps
forward and see I have missed
my plane. My bed is gone now.
There is one cat the size of a sofa.
poem by Marge Piercy
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Thousands Are Sailing
The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the white house
Were they from the five and dime
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry
Ah, no, says he, twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
Theyll break the chains of poverty
And theyll dance
In manhattans desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on broadway
Like the first man on the moon
And the blackbird broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in brendan behans footsteps
I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to mister cohen
Dear old times squares favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to jfk
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards were mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights dont glow on christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where eer we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance
song performed by by Pogues
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