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
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