the natural lottery

Posted under Spiritual Poetry by Paul Summerscales

THE NATURAL LOTTERY
Slowly falling pages ,
wasted money,
futile wagers ,
and acrid tasting honey.
theyve shut the book ,
hands that disguise,
your drowning eyes ,
now you despise ,
the risks you took.
Diamonds and hearts ,
fat fingers that scrunch money ,
throw their poisoned darts .
Spades and aces ,
dominoes that rattle ,
like snakes in venomous cases,
The king of clubs ,
doesnt have a rule ,
as he plays pool ,
in bandit flashing pubs ,
unregal ,
and illegal,
hes well marked behind the cigarette stubs.
Russian roulette ,
who will it get ,
the barrel spins around,
your ears fear ,
as you await the sound .
Life the horse race ,
money the pace ,
everyday we look right through ,
its dodgy invisible face.

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