in line at the 7-11 eating
a hot dog,
bundled
up from the cold,
ankle deep
in ice
and snow,
i wait my turn to buy
another
mega millions ticket.
i dream
about what i'll do with
all the money.
the mansions i'll buy,
the cars,
the villa
in Rome,
the lingerie models
i'll get to know.
celebrities,
maybe i'll have my own
podcast show.
i'll buy suits made of silk.
shivering and stamping my feet,
i look over at my wife
and three kids,
waiting in the car,
blowing the horn.
they want their donuts
and Doritos,
their big gulps,
their beef jerky to chew on.
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