No Tomorrow

“Woohoo!” he yells, like a young Homer.
You can see he’s happy –
He’s won loads and loads of money.
The lottery, you know.

Onto the phone, like there’s no tomorrow,
He phones his mother in Europe –
“Sixty Thousand!” he yells ecstatically,
“And not a cent less!”

“Your mother is not well,” a foreign voice says.
You can hear the news is not good –
“A temperature of 106,” the voice continues,
“Rising as we speak – I was about to call you …”

Funny that – saying there’s no tomorrow.