Poems by Samh

Thursday, 31 January 2008

Slot Machine


??/01/2008
The flip of the coin

The role of the dice

You only win

If your number falls twice



The luck of a kiss

Pucker up or I'll miss

The ching of a slot
A 10 piece in my pot
I'll use the cash
To enter the dash
With the race on the screen
My money turns green 
With the rest of the heads 
In the giant slot machine

High card ace
Is as red as my face
When I start losing to my mate
Every penny I had is going all in
And he flukes out an early straight 

Every penny I had is going all in
To a house pocket, that will always win

On my way out, ran out of money
Wife's gonna kill me, not gonna be funny
But look what i found! 
Gold dot on the floor...
Well if it isn't a pound!
I aint so poor!

Girls gonna shoot me
Pack my bags, shout and boot me
A fifth of a fiver 
Wont help me survive her

So I'll get back inside,
Spend my money
Then 

HIDE!

Samh

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