Sunday 11 March 2012

Roulette

My thoughts roll around on a wheel
and they always seem to be black.
My chipless hands are left to deal
with all of the red which I lack.

I wish that my dark wouldn't win
but I am always out of luck
and by the end the state I'm in
I just couldn't give a fuck.

So I throw down all of my chips
and gamble it on being red
but on and on the wheel skips
and there is only black ahead.

I wonder if it's luck or fate
that I always place the wrong bet
but perhaps there's luck with number 8
and I won't have to live with regret.

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