Mean Machine
This thing has buttons and a screen.
Today, it has been very mean.
Coming down here I now regret.
Nothing but promises I get.
It is always the same story.
Just one card away from glory.
Looks like I came up short again.
Jack, queen, king, ace, but there’s no ten.
This machine is pestering me.
No fours-of-a-kind do I see.
I’m putting in my hard-earned cash.
The cards I’m getting are all trash.
Getting even is a long way.
Won’t they give me a break today?
Bring me back and then I will leave.
This lousy luck I can’t believe!
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