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| 244. The Dollars A simple twirl is all it took The difference between fame and fortune To see three sevens before my eyes After eight hours my luck had to change soon I sat atop a hard cushioned seat My posterior ached for all the sitting For all the time and cash I had invested To take home the grand prize would be fitting My dollars flew from hand to casino mouth If it were a child it would not be hungry It seemed to have such a vociferous appetite I just hoped it would return the favor to me So I sat and ran through my cash From ATM card to charge card balance For as my last dollar was sucked up It was only then I realized I had no chance Oh sure you see a thousand signs Of people who claim they are big winners But if you think to consider all who play These signs are paid for by all us slot machine spinners As I drive and wave good bye To the strip and all my missing cash Considering all I’ve invested out here Atop a casino my name will soon flash |
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