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Gambler Synonymous

So near so far doesn’t matter 
Hanging my head in shame 
Been to the track once more 
I’m addicted to the flame. 

I gaze upon fortunes woe
Indifferent to my pain 
Chosen by a path of loss
I’m broke, so must abstain. 

Crumpled up my tickets
Flung them down in distain 
Where they ever worth a penny 
Dirty filth I curse and blame. 

Backed into a corner 
Outlook’s much the same 
Walls closing in all sides 
I cry underneath the strain. 

Wasted another paycheck 
Gambled away in vain
Afraid to face the music 
I take a different train. 

Go back to parents house 
Cannot face my wife again
I hate myself I’m disgusting 
Habitual loser self ordained. 

My mother makes me dinner 
Father says I’ve gone insane 
Why does my family even care
Flushed my own down the drain. 



By
David Kavanagh

Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2020

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Christopher Flaherty Date: 8/12/2020 6:00:00 PM Never seen a poor bookmaker Only broken gamblers And there families Login to Reply Christopher Flaherty Date: 8/13/2020 5:17:00 PM Of course they do David Seen all the adverts Set your limits Take a break When its not fun anymore stop Its like telling an alcoholic Only have 1 or 2 Or to a smoker Try give up or smoke less Brilliant such sage advice Show me 1 addict who would describe their addiction as still fun who wouldn't stop if they humanly could. Parasites enablers indeed David Kavanagh Date: 8/13/2020 4:12:00 AM It’s a parasitic practice the gambling business, they want you to become an addict, on par with drug users.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart Date: 8/10/2020 7:22:00 AM A sad, sad tale. Never been much of a gambler myself, but, oh do I love the ponies. Steeplechase especially. xomo Login to Reply David Kavanagh Date: 8/10/2020 7:47:00 AM A sad one indeed super Mo, seen so many families destroyed by it here in Ireland especially in my younger days lucky I stopped before I lost everything, cheers David