Ring around the diamond display case
Tiffany & Co. is where my heart goes
Bergdorf Goodman’s my resting place
Jimmy Choo is the man I chose to wed me in satin blue shoes
Lottery winning beauty fiend is out of this world
You can call me Lou
New money, windfall delights in my vortex of non strife
Now pronounced as wife, I’ll honor my virtue for life
Petty dimes, countless dollars, I sit on this pedestal of mortal sin
A lady to win, won, won, won
Took it all, gave some, this is quite the infinite manifestation
Michael Kors, Givenchy, Gucci pride blossoms deep inside
Inside this fickle shell where my cash prize fell
Now you see, I’m lady belle
Holly Ann is narrator of this brand
Reality sets in after the win
Did I just commit mortal sin
Oh please, I’m an Angel you see
All the faces of me, you can call me lovely
The story of Miss Sunny
Holy Queen Mother 
I absolutely love what you have done here. Perhaps my favorite part is “Petty dimes, countless dollars, I sit on this pedestal of mortal sin / A lady to win, won, won, won / Took it all, gave some, this is quite the infinite manifestation.”
You’ve definitely taken a subject usually left out and made it fantastic to read. I hope I can capture thoughts like this in my poetry someday.
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Aw thank you! It means a lot to me you liked this poem! I think it’s fun, the lottery is a fantasy to many.
I’m sure you’ll capture you art beautifully. ❤
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Cute poem!
Dwight
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