(This is a substantially revised version of Shakespeare's "When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...")
When I've lost all my chips at slots and dice,
I all alone beweep my luckless state,
And blaming Dame Fortune with futile cries,
I crawl back home, beggared, cursing my fate,
Wishing that I should not have overstayed
Trying to find that looser lucky slot.
Now I fear my bills will remain unpaid,
Unless I hit the MegaMillion pot...
Life is a gamble, so while I live I must try:-
Pursue long odds, but if in penury I die,
Then thru the needle's eye, with ease my soul shall fly!
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