A Losing Bet

It’s been another bad day with the slots, looks like I was the only one with the “Hots!” The machine stared back with complete onus, I put another Benjamin in and still no bonus. This scene repeats itself time after time, with musical wheels after my last dime. Found a paying machine, it turned into a joke. Both sides have players who continually smoke. Players who slap, rub and cuss the machines, need to be hauled of by the U.S. Marines. Oh, did I mention when someone hits a jackpot, it always goes to a loudmouth, idiotic, crackpot! Truth be known, I’m hooked and I don’t know why. Should I just drop off my coins and never even try? One good spin clears memories of a hundred bad others. Losing money makes you hide in bed, deep under covers. Why I still do this I could never really say, I just save up money to go back every day. I guess I’ll shut my mouth and stop rambling, knew it would happen after my state legalized gambling