Content to shirk the karmic work of mending
wreckage wrought through many, lazy years,
your future wishes will be never ending.
as lucky you, re-friends detested fears.
If powerball had billions in the pot,
Each buck you'd spend is wired to never pay
a nickel toward your dreams. Those things you thought
you ditched are back to kick your ass all day!
You came to earth, presumably to fix
bad things that blocked your spirit's forward tack.
Your Ego, through its bag of dirty tricks.
transformed you to a stooge .whose brain is whack.
And you don't even know it, so thick with crap
are windows meant to help you dodge this trap.