I hear Dejope singing, the magical spin of the machines;
The ones of despair, hope, and luck;
The woman on her last dime, the old man betting his 401k;
The bells ringing as they hit the jackpot;
Screams of joy and happiness, and with it, the envy of others;
The silent clicks of the wasted spins;
The anticipation for the big win;
The prolonged wait for nine triple sevens;
I hear the gambler's, the high roller's spirit in every spin.
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Stop talking about Dejope Please! I hope you lose your house deed in a game of ultimate bingo.
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot, Zach. Nice tone!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mr. Kunkle. This is a very nice poem. I've never heard you talk about Dejope...so it does not bother me as much as Zack.
ReplyDeleteGood job.