Ink
flowed,
along with champagne,
signed to the big league...
feeling no pain.

Anxious to share
his incredible luck,
he was typing a message,
when he hit the truck.

The old driver died,
along with his wife.
Then the police
came, read him his rights.

He now sits alone,
his charmed life shrinks ~
rubbing his fingers,
to fade the black
ink.