We frequent the casinos most every day,
Slap the buttons in the most peculiar way.
The ringing and lights is what draws us in,
Even though we rarely see a win.
We love when we finally get a bonus,
We nervously await for money to be bestowed upon us.
We play awaiting for the red spins,
But fate awaits us without a win.
The Atm is all thay pays,
Cause we never win on our free plays.
We spend money we have not,
In hopes of winning a whole lot.
We leave disgusted and all mad,
For the casino took all we had.
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Author:
Jeffrey Roy (Pseudonym) (
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