How could it have come to this?
I’ve spent life striving to court Fortune
only to hug Want with fanfare
such a creepy loser.
‘m pushing fifty, I work like a donkey – 9 to 5
conscious of the money am losing
yet this shinny apple – this invitation
to earn hundredfold my paycheck will not ease.
They’ve so much to offer – Bet9ja, Baba-Ijebu, LOTTO;
even tho’ I’m flat broke, I’m very high on Hope,
wining only enough for another stake –
one day soon I’ll hit it BIG and pay off my swelling debts.
So much for luck this business of Easy money –
a fat goose Greed plucks to feather its nest
a lure that gets into the blood oozing poverty
a thrill only a gambler knows.
© Ugo Nkwoala. 2019 for Spilledwoords All rights reserved.