Petes Poetry
Gambler's Hope
The junkie without track marks
Makes his way to the teller machine.
He fills up from withdrawal
Then makes his way to the poker machine.
The music starts and the reels spin.
Numbing his brain, trying in vain.
His wife and children are at home.
Suffering his pain, too scared to complain.
He keeps on hoping his luck will change.
He's emptied the house to the pawn exchange.
He's borrowed against things he can't pay for.
And he's at that machine giving away more.
He's gambled on his family paying the rent.
He's gambled every last cent.
He has debt collectors ringing at the door.
His family's gorn they couldn't take anymore.
His children bet he will never quit.
He's got everyone up to their neck in sh*t.
He can't help being a losing dope.
But every gambler lives in hope.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004
Makes his way to the teller machine.
He fills up from withdrawal
Then makes his way to the poker machine.
The music starts and the reels spin.
Numbing his brain, trying in vain.
His wife and children are at home.
Suffering his pain, too scared to complain.
He keeps on hoping his luck will change.
He's emptied the house to the pawn exchange.
He's borrowed against things he can't pay for.
And he's at that machine giving away more.
He's gambled on his family paying the rent.
He's gambled every last cent.
He has debt collectors ringing at the door.
His family's gorn they couldn't take anymore.
His children bet he will never quit.
He's got everyone up to their neck in sh*t.
He can't help being a losing dope.
But every gambler lives in hope.
Pete.
Copyright (C) Peter Riddoch 2004