It gets depressing
Not winning the lottery
That sense of false hope
Before I scan my tickets
Dreams and solutions
Vanish
With a red light and a bar code
Sorry
Not A Winner
The only thing
I can be sure of
Other
Than not winning
Is that when
I walk out of here
It will be cold
The library will be closed
As I walk past
But the bar
Up the block
Will be open
Welcoming
Us
That keep trying
To make it another day
In the end
The whiskey
Warms our hearts
All the same
Winners or losers
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