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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