The National Lottery, to me, is a tax on the poor.
I wish people would wake up and realise that
Much of the money they spend on it
Goes to refurbish the mansions and stately homes
Of the rich and the powerful. But I guess there will
Always be those among us who are locked into
A permanent state of false consciousness.
Karl Marx, will undoubtedly, be turning in his grave!
1994 it was launched to herald in a dawn of idiots in the foreground and behind its avarice cash-cow scenes. With odds of winning over 13,000,000 to 1. They said if it was a horse, you'd shoot it. Nicely penned and pulling no punches Dominic.10++ and added to my incredibly angry, nitroglycerine poem favs. Thank you Dominic and take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Shaun...it's always good to have someone who shares your views, , , much appreciated kind sir!