foul fellow he was always wiping his nose on his
sleeve and also farting at regular
intervals, he was
uncombed
uncouth
unwanted.
his every third word was a crass
entrail
and he grinned through broken yellow
teeth
his breath stinking above the
wind
he continually dug into his crotch
left-
handed
and he always had a
dirty joke
at the ready,
a dunce of the lowest
order
a most most 
avoided 
man.

until

he won the state
lottery.

now 
you should see
him: always a young laughing lady on
each arm
he eats at the finest
places
the waiters fighting to get him
at their
table
he belches and farts away the
night
spilling his wineglass 
picking up his steak with his 
fingers
while
his ladies call him
“original” and “the funniest
man I ever met.”
and what they do to him
in bed
is a damned
shame.

what we have to keep
remembering, though, is that
50% of the state lottery is given to the
Educational System and
that’s important
when you realize that
only one person in
nine
can properly spell
“emulously.”