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You lived like a bunch of fat cats for over twenty years. Recently, events have had you shedding some tears. You were once high-flying, but your feet are on the ground. On the East Coast, you are not the only place around. Casino hotels in many other states can be found. You guys have experienced significant drops in revenues. At last, reality of the situation has you paying dues. Other clip joints can be found everywhere, especially in neighboring Pennsylvania and Delaware. Fierce competition is now something to reckon and realize. Collectively, you boys have had to advertise.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Collins Avatar
July 9, 2012 at 12:05 PM
Hey Bob - I remember being pushed in one of the stupid wicker baskets on the boardwalk or at least seeing them. Things change and burn and crash. love, Kathy
Squyres Avatar
July 9, 2012 at 10:18 AM
Knocked down from their high perches....without a ladder lol Enjoyed reading this poem...so much truth here.
Harrington Avatar
July 5, 2012 at 2:21 PM
The chips are down everywhere. Even the "fat cats" are feeling it. Love that term! :) Great write.
Horne Avatar
July 5, 2012 at 4:19 AM
I suppose everyone is being affected by all this but I hadn't even thought of casinos - very interesting write, Robert
Dietrich Avatar
July 4, 2012 at 8:48 PM
You DO love your gambling poetry. Gosh, you know things are bad when these guys are losing money too!!
Kendrick Avatar
July 4, 2012 at 5:52 AM
Interesting work..So even the casinos are being hit by the spiraling economy...Thanks for stopping by..Sara
Gooden Avatar
July 3, 2012 at 9:36 PM
Nice. Keep writing.
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