Yay! You Wo…. Er…, I Mean.. You Lost.

A poem for many hopefuls, whom last night, were anticipating having a winning line for the 1.586 billion dollar jackpot. Of course, all but those 3 lucky winners were disappointed. Well, today is your lucky day! Here’s a poem… just for your loathing of losing that damned Powerball:

The numbers are drawn.

Anticipation rises;

eyeing your tickets,

A frown; no lucky numbers.

Early retirement gone.

~J.A. Ross


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