A Lucky Bed, a poem

….3,480 and counting….

I place my Lotto ticket,
In a mattress of
pass winners and losers.

Once filled with features,my mattress
grew lumpy,
the lumps the only thing to
keep warm and comforted.

Then, like a dragon,
I stuffed my bed with lotto tickets,
thinking my bed with love
and sex would change.

With a hundred-million to one odds,
I figured I had nothing to lose….

….except my faith in my own self and prideful sexiness,
nothings to keep me company….

Better alone?
Well, at least the Lotto tickets
Don’t talk back….