ROULETTE
There ain’t nothing quite like the feeling
Of being down a few grand to the wheel
Black twenty - two just claimed your kids’
Trust fund and though your marriage has fell
Through thin ice
Red number 12 is looking
Deceptively nice.
None of that really matters though
You’ll fight to the last pound
The possibilities outweigh the probabilities
Which if you cared spit in your face at
36/1
But that’s okay because
Two fat ladies just bought you
A free vodka rum
The apples, oranges and pares drive
You nuts and you’ll feed them until
You can no longer feed yourself or
Your three children who haven’t
Eight properly in a few days
But that’s okay because
A trip to Disney is coming
Their way.
That is if the ball kindly lands on
The number two and if that happens
Who knows? Maybe you’ll spin again
And wager what’s left
In your plastic chip life.
