TUESDAY 9th JUNE 2020
Poetry on a tragedy. I was asked by an old friend to resurrect one of my poems to reflect a sad addiction. After some minor adjustments I came up with this seven year old piece. Love ❤️ and Peace ☮️ to all
by John Yeo
The hook is firmly implanted,
The wheels of fortune are spinning.
Another win, my eyes are blurred
The jackpot is there to be won
My arms repetitively pulling the handle
The bright lights flash, the die is cast
Clinking, clanking, coins inserted,
Another small win to add to the fun.
More change required, I cannot leave,
This machine owes me a jackpot,
I signal a man who brings change.
I decline food until I have won.
Wow! That was close, the tumblers stopped,
Two cherries and a bell on display
Three cherries and I win the jackpot.
I scoop another bunch of coins and go on.
Suddenly I play with my last few coins,
The jackpot is still nearly won.
If only I had a few more coins
I would be able to continue the fun.
I beg the man on the next machine
To advance me a very small loan.
Sorry he says, I am far too busy.
The jackpot still has to be won
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