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

◄ Poetry Slam

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