I do not like the casino
Something deep inside me is repulsed by it
I don’t know if it is the stale smoke
The desperate souls blindly giving their money
In the hope that today is their lucky day
It could be that I can do math & understand odds.
Maybe it is the putrid décor
That looks like Christmas and voodoo had a baby that threw up everywhere
Possibly it is the supposedly stimulating noises
That make me want to run wild with a sledge hammer
I imagine it is a combination of all these things
Yet through all that
I bet I wind up in there by the end of the week
You know, just to see if is MY lucky day
Lord help me
Written on day 2, other than passing through to get to the other side I stayed out of it all week. Note that I have no moral objection to gambling, if that is your thing and you’re not an addict, have fun, it’s just not my thing, I’d rather but a video game or some new music.