Money Machines
Each month’s beginning is where we will see,
the most intense amount of activity.
Where do you think many people get their money?
Some funds come from welfare and social security.
They ride the bus down to the boardwalk each day.
In front of a money-grabbing machine they will stay.
The sounds and the sights of the machines enthrall.
They are tempting the players to insert it all.
The promise of a jackpot is what is in store.
The patrons keep losing, but put in some more.
There is the usual outcome at the end of the day.
Most people will find their money gone away.
For all the glitz and the glamour, somebody has to pay.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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