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.