Friday, September 16, 2011

Casino Life, By the Lone Poet

Casino Life
 July 14th, 2011

The streets are hustling with money, bets, and power
The customers arrive and enjoy luxury at its finest at the price of their savings 
Sweat and anxiety of not achieving a gambit
Pulsed into fire fights over the atrophic gluttony for lucre
Gangs and mobs stalking in the shadows and infiltrating the crowds
Assassinating each other over debts and feuds
Powered by a search of fortune, a place to find pride and glory
Instead, a mound of apprehension where firearms are loose
Only those with valour and wits conquer the pasture of the unfortunate predecessors    
Stripped due to the debts and envy of others, the gamblers have no place to hide
Murder over reason, objections over gambling
Spilled with the indolence of vendors and languid casino owners
Heating repercussions crushing the meagre middle class gambler
Coinage and paper currency falling vainly out of the lifeless hand of a gambler
Due to the failure of striking a victory against a roulette machine
Anguished with no veracity of the gamblers’ failure
Drained and lethargic, the door is slammed with a dejected client
Stuffing the affluent with more cheap merchandise and trouble-free loot

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