I think I write my best in theory class.
Smash All The Fucking Pokies
Black machines with fancy lights and sounds beckonreeling you in -
like the fisherman cathing the fish -
with their "win-big" promises,
a couple of dollars will not hurt,
next thing you know,
off your back they have taken your shirt
and cruely leave you face down in the dirt.
Rent money blown -
but you will win 'double' next spin,
"borrowing" money from family and friends -
to pay for your addiction,
broke with nothing and no-one later
you wish you could smash the fucking pokies,
turn back time
and throw all their enticing, broken promises in the bin.
.....Another life the pokies ruin -
but does anyone really care?
29/03/06
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2006-03-29 at 02:14
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