The Hold
A Mug’s game
I know the facts,
The odds stacked
Against me.
Yet I dig deeper into my
Shallow pockets,
Hunting the
Elusive Jackpot.
The high’s so dizzy,
A rush of blood,
A deserved win,
Just to lose it later.
Unparalleled lows;
Falling from Olympus.
Instant depression,
Shame, regret, disgust.
Momentarily up,
American dream at last!
Won’t walk away now;
I can afford to gamble again.
So taxing to stop,
I must control me.
I will give up;
I’ll bet you I do.
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