I gambled away a small fortune
For the chance to gain some gold
I kept thinking my luck would change
But my desire to win became reckless and bold
Although I won it wasn’t enough
My earnings never paying me back
I kept pillaging my savings account
Until how much I owed I lost track
From nickels, to quarters, to dollars I spent
My need pushing my wagers ever higher
I reasoned that if I bet twice as much
Of great riches could I aspire
Alas I’m now cured I really think
For I walk the streets alone
I’ve lost everything for a chance to lose
Of this result I should have known
