Lotto Lout
by Adam Currie

Monster munch to break the fast,
Each filling a veil for circumstance,
Toothpaste stains on the young boyʼs tie,
Bruised brows rising red with no one to see;

Charged with offences and dusting the streets,
The young man still believes in luck,
And, it seems, luck still believes in him,
For that scratching coin does reveal the jackpot;

A chav from Norfolk imbrued with proper money,
Mansions, Mercedes Benz, cocaine and an indoor pool,
Things these lowly louts can only dream of,
Things these lowly louts should only dream of;