Gamble

David Lanier
Lying dice chant their clacking rhythm,
as the roulette wheel does it's evil deed.
Mans souls lost in a mad shuffle,
gazing with haunted eyes behind shadows,
floating down the lazy river of time.
The suicide king, sublime royal fool,
caters to the queen of diamonds lustfully.
Drinking the folly of mans desire,
growing with greed and envy.
Easy to give oneself over and play the game,
easy to lose and lose again, losing till the end.
One armed bandits gleefully giggle,
another drink is poured and drank,
and the night takes it's final toll,
as the roulette wheel does it's evil deed.

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Published by David Lanier

Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Grew up working in the family business. Worked at the Grand Canyon in'93, and fell in love with the power of nature. Spent some time in the Army. Married for a few ye...  View profile

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  • Amber Miller7/17/2010

    Well written.

  • Heather Kristina Thomas7/1/2010

    I really enjoyed this poem! The imagery is fantastic.

  • Kim Smith7/1/2010

    Great!!!

  • rgathright6/30/2010

    As a resident of Lake Charles, LA, I have several neighbors who gambled away their retirement. Thanks for pointing out the truth!

  • Donald Rothra6/30/2010

    Nice job. :)

  • Faye Fairley6/29/2010

    good job, David

  • Walton S. Tissot6/29/2010

    Very cool; great poem! I love to gamble (0;

  • Sue Gibson6/28/2010

    I love this poem. It speaks such volumn. Too many have lost themselves to this evil habit.

  • Daria Sanchez6/28/2010

    That is why I do not gamble. It is very addictive. Love the poem.

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