I always set a limit when I go,
with twenty dollars my fortune will grow.
Casino trips, a vice, I must admit,
I'll start with twenty then I'll add a bit.
Then twenty more, temptation drives me on,
and even though I know that it is wrong...
It's quite fun and exciting when I win,
though every hour all my funds grow thin.
Dollar after dollar I slip in,
they disappear, not to be seen again.
Once in a while the symbols hit just right,
but what I win I'll lose later that night.
I can't go 'til I hit the bonus wheel,
soon I'll get lucky, that's the way I feel.
But eighty dollars later, when I've lost,
I realize how much temptation costs.
Addicted? No, don't really go that much,
I lack in luck; I have no magic touch.
But tempted now and then it's off I go,
I'll not stick to my limit, this I know.
The gamble bug just bites, what can I do?
The lights are bright, the buffet's awesome too.
I dream of jackpots and of getting rich,
can't help but go there when I get that itch.
Can anybody else out there relate?
I wish my craving for slots would abate.
But gambling's in my blood, I know it's true,
tempting casinos make me broke and blue.
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