Matching Numbers in Southern Indiana

Crumpled up ticket
stickin' out the top
my weathered wallet.

Guess you could figure
me for a gambler,
'cause I'm all in.

Lotto numbers twinnin'
my little printed friends
got me grinnin' big cheese.

Shit, if only it were true;
I'd be flying to Indy
faster than you could say,

Good for you.

& you'd know it's me,
'cause this Hoosier state
squeals like a bitch in the streets.

No secrets, but it's okay,
I'm not all for myself
when it comes to money.

I'm an economy stimulator
with all these local businesses
revived by my defibrillator.

I have everything I want,
& what I no longer have
dollar bills can't bring back.

So, while the collectors of the pot
wallow in their soon-to-be debt,
I'll be grateful for all that I've got.