76 million |

76 million was the day I won,
half-according to the IRS.

Taxation on my earnings
from hard work
earned.

Lottery
the way to win.

Still, it changes nothing;

The sky was filled with arrogant blue
and pouring from hell's tears
onions peeled over sinks
cold steel pressing-down
its oblivion nightmares.

Enter in-to rain with one-drop
wink that eye; bats a cool million.

Today we eat pie and ice-cream,
so tasty-yum!

Celebrate with skies turned-dark
over heaven's pearly- yes, gates;

White with permanence, forever
pacifying the millions-dying to
enter-into the-fold.

It holds places, spots, for VIP's
reserved for diner's pre-registered,
make dinner at 8: and have -

A glass of wine so Sonoma-ed out
that the bling; entering-off that son
spouts my-dentist a clean bill
of health.

Bleach nothing with material bliss
after struggle;
-Placate desire with fantasy-

Live on the -island with tattoo
and sail with loved ones
on the voyages
of sea.

It's the only way to live,
once-

You've won!

02/22/2010

Posted on 02/22/2010
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