The California Lottery is pretty fuckin' dumb. Your chances of winning are a million to one. "You can't win the prize if you don't buy a ticket." How 'bout just buy some booze and kick it? Or do what I do every morning before school. Wipe down the windows of your frost-ridden car. It's the best thing since Bucket-O-Lard. Wiping the windows at first may seem lame, But for it I'd forfeit my fifteen minutes of fame. For me it does something that many don't know. It wipes the slate clean as pure as fresh snow. Every new day brings a chance to succeed. As long as you put aside yesterday's grief. And so I wipe the windows of my frost-ridden car, Like the California Lottery scratcher I'll never buy, Differing only in that I win every time, 'Cause I can forget the False and the Wicked, Resulting in a clean slate, the ever-winning ticket.
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