Gamblers

Gamblers. Maan.
I've seen their identic cars stand outside bars like a unicolour farse.
And I've seen the motorists dressed up in their most thought through disguise
With coinflipping suits and dicethrowing ties.
I've heard them talk to eachother and I was soaked in their auras of biggotery.
I've seen them secretely copying eachothers numbers, never realizing only one will win the lottery.

They call me each day to tell me about how much we've learned, but I'm not in cause I'm planting flowers where my favourite bridges burned.



Poetry by lou bergs
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Written on 2005-06-05 at 02:17

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
i don't gamble but have friends who do a lot, a mug's game. could do with some tidying up here, words joined together thaty should be separated and a few spelling errors in here.
2005-07-16