Hit the lottery mucho bigtime
Bought sport cars and mansions
Beautiful women came after me
Said it wasn’t about the money
An average-looking dude of 33
Got me a first class trophy wife
A freakin’ hot blonde model
With a bodacious smokin’ bod
Spent my winnings like a maniac
On stuff for myself I didn’t need
And designer clothes and jewelry
For best thing ever happened to me wife
Lived like a freakin’ king for two years
Ate at the best restaurants in town
Took trips all over the freakin’ world
All was kosher and tres cool
Until the winnings ran clean out
Lost everything, freakin’ fool I was
The trophy wife left me toot sweet
For a new lottery winning dude
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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