Alas, alas,
I have no luck
Married a girl
Who would not woops
Even though I begged and pleaded
Told her that I really needed
She would look with disdain
Its not a month and you want again
Trapped in poverty
No chance to quit
How’s that for
Being in the shit
Now years later
Old and grey
Feeling sadder
Every day
Family grown and fled the nest
For them I stayed and did my best
They see me old and squeezed
I tell you the pain to ease
The Lottery
My only chance
To woops off
Without a glance