Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Gamble

At least at the last chance saloon

You might be able to rest easy for a while

Maybe have a drink or two

Listen to good music

 

In this den of no hopers

Desperate prayers fly up

Dreams come crashing down

And all that's left is another gamble

 

The one armed-bandit turned slowly

Into a whole new ball game

Hangman

The odds were fixed on the screens

Read and leave comments (0)

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message