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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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