Gaming
Gaming
Written: by Miracle Man
11-16-2019
Oklahoma is saturated,
with Indian gaming casinos.
People go, hoping to win,
some jingle for their chinos.
Commercials make you think,
that everyone is winning.
Everyone jumps up and down,
and no person isn’t grinning.
But what remains unseen,
are those leaving destitute.
With frowns on their faces,
and voices that are mute.
From the hole they were in,
they were an unhappy person.
But a night at the casino,
has seen conditions worsen.
No Lottery or casino,
can ever be the answer.
Most lose and can’t stop,
and gambling becomes a cancer.
“It’s not true that nice guys finish last.
Nice guys are winners before the game even starts.”
Addison Walker
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