ElektraHere Posted May 1, 2006 Share Posted May 1, 2006 I wrote this poem for my creative writing class and just wanted to share. The sounds call out like the mighty sirens of lore; the sights draw all, including the poor. The dream of riches only an arms length away, can make even the smartest over stay. Cocktails and cigarettes make it all a bit blurry; please lady luck come in a hurry. Loved and hated all in the same breath; capturing you like the strangle hold of death. The next spin is, for sure the one; perhaps it will or perhaps it is done. I wait with patience and without any doubt; that the next person to sit in front of me will be devout. Daily I am on the Vegas scene; for I am one of the many slot machines. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Starfall Posted May 1, 2006 Share Posted May 1, 2006 Excellent!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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