Giant Slot Machine

The world is nothing but
A giant slot machine
We simply pull the handle
And things fly Ďround in-between
But remember that the coins
That tinkle in the inner tray
Go to someone with so much money
That they donít need more anyway
And all the faces in reflection
On all those gambling machines
Are the same as on the money
Alive in rich and poor menís dreams




Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-05 at 12:48

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