Let me tell you all a story about a man named Todd The poor salesman barely kept his cats fed Then one day he was playin the lottery When up from the computer came the winning numbers 300 million that is 150 million if you take it as one lump payment Next thing you know old Todd's a millionaire Kinfolk said, "Todd! Move away from there!" They said Illinois is the place you outta be So he loaded up his crap and he moved to Illinois Cub fans that is, Bear fans too The Illinois Hillbillies
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Parody of the Beverly Hillbillies. I have a friend who is always talking about winning the lottery. In this country it has become a kind of religion. I mostly despise gambling, preying on the dumb and uneducated. It does give people hope and it surpasses all other forms of entertainment in this country combined.
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