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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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