"Working The Numbers"

Working the numbers ‘til I’m sick

OPEN MIKE EAGLE VERSE

Monday
Tuesday
Oozes off the clock like Dalí’s
Canvases and watch hands freeze
And cease
Stuck like money
In a dead man’s squeeze
As Wednesday’s tick tock
Pace is quickening
With images of digging
On your own self interest
FLASH
So it’s not that bad
The weekend’s coming
And you need that cash
One last chance
Last show of the summer
So you gotta’ get a number
Cause the tickets go fast
The five day work week
Kicking your ass
Friday evening
And you’re finna’ go smash
Buying drinks
To your last nickel-and-a-half
Michelob
Bud
Miller Genuine Draft
Bought your golden ticket
But you ripped it in half
If they call your number
Then you’re gonna’ get mad

Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end
Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end

Pay your dollar
Take your ticket
Holler if we say your digits
If we call your name
Just come on stage
And take your place with winners
Do your dance and take your picture
It’s your chance to play
Don’t miss it
Please don’t cast away your ticket
You might throw away your riches

DUMBFOUNDEAD VERSE

This is for that old woman
Working at Olive Garden
Holding a lot of á la cartes
Against her Dolly Partons
Blue collar
Poppin’ children
Home alone
Modern day Macaulay Culkins
Mommy’s all alone
Harassed by nasty pervs
And everyday after work
She plays scratchers worth
Another scratch or worst
Scratching backs
But no one is scratching hers
The fifteenth and the first on calendars
Is all she’s asking for
More tips go to younger Mandy Moore
She sees no grand reward
Like scrambled porn
But one day after buying Big Spin tickets
She bought her way into fame
For fifteen minutes
Three matching numbers
Now this means winning
Became rich
Like those sweet sixteen children
Or Richie Simmons
Sixteen million
In sixteen seconds
Do you get me?
Pimpin’
Punch in and punch out
Something that’s done now
She’s moving on up
To having luncheons at Run’s house
She done bounced
Out of the slums
You dumb dumb
That’s an easy one now
And not some conundrum
Is it something inside us?
The luck of the Irish
Something decided
Shut up
Just go and ride it

Pay your dollar
Take your ticket
Holler if we say your digits
If we call your name
Just come on stage
And take your place with winners
Do your dance and take your picture
It’s your chance to play
Don’t miss it
Please don’t cast away your ticket
You might throw away your riches

Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end
Win or lose we’re all in
Win or lose ‘til the end

PSYCHOSIZ VERSE

I’m just tryna’ get my number called
Like the Wondertwins
Falling outta’ Wonder Woman’s Wonderbra
I wanna’ be the one to awe at
And all that
You ain’t wit it then fall back
I ain’t really tryna’ get up on all that
I’m just tryna’ go hard on these hoes
When the lottery closes
And my numerical’s drawn
No drama
Obama inviting you to the inaugural balls
Prodical laws
Hotter than lava
Water from tropical falls
Tell Michelle
I’m outta’ my drawls
Like
Jackpot
You just won the nation one debate at a time
Redundant statements
Pundits hatin’ on my grind
If you never bought a ticket
You never would of won
Or would of lost
Or could of thought
About what you should of done
Or could have come close
With one digit off
Like the thumb
From the loss
Of the funds
From the boss
Cause the drugs get to talking to you
In the parking lot of the bar
Where they thought they knew you
Sitting on ass
And tripping on acid
Putting your chickens in one basket
But it’s a bad fit
Get off that shit