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My heart is a-pounding;
I’m all in a sweat,
I’ve travelled to Vegas in order to bet,
I’m playing the big boys just hoping to win,
But so far my chances are looking quite slim.
I started with nickels
and moved on to quarters,
My wife was beside me; a real big supporter,
I won just a little and then won a lot,
Then greed got a hold and I went for the pot.
With Blackjack and
Poker and Keno; can’t stop,
From slots to the big-time in one giant hop,
My wife says she's tired and she’s had enough,
She said she will leave me; I think it’s a bluff.
I play and I gamble;
there’s no end in sight,
I’m blinded by greed, not aware of my plight,
I’m stuck here in Vegas; it’s one-of-a-kind,
For though I am losing, I think I’m doing fine.
The Club is now
building a place with more space,
I’ll lose all my cash in a fancier place,
And I’ll keep on playing; I'm in a real bind,
I’m living in Vegas going out of my mind.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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