Daveyboyz

Aces, places and faces

He wagers his money on the turn of a card,
with dreams of kings and aces,
he always seems to try so hard,
counts his chips and studies faces.


Always bragging about money he's won,
he claims it's skill not fate.
He can't admit the damage he's done,
gambling in a sorry state.

Comments1

  • Michael Edwards

    I've never gambled in a casino in my life nor ever been inside a betting shop - but I can imagine the scene in the write - nice one Davey

    • Daveyboyz

      Thank you Michael.



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