The Unfairness Of Angels

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 Jackpot
The man on the fruit machine,
Had an audacious dream.
He was going to travel the globe
A free spirit, with no fixed abode.
He was going to marry his sweetheart,
She would give him a fresh start.
As he uses his nudges, and gets four bells
He reminisces of his past tales.
Now all he sees is the jackpot sign
Losing track of place and time.
Every coin that goes in the slot,
Is a memory, best forgot.
The half empty pint of Guinness,
The only thing that feels his lips,
Gone, everything gone, for what?
Another chance at the Jackpot!



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