My friend, Rory, that lucky
bastard, won the mega lottery.
after taxes about $60 million.
Somehow Rory blew it all in
six years of wild spending,
and he got hooked on drugs.
Last time I saw him he was
homeless in the streets and
had lost his once keen mind.
I tried to help him, but he
wouldn’t accept my help or
help from social services.
Now people say he looks
like a walking dead zombie.
Sometimes good luck can
become the worst luck.
Bob Boyd