Slot Machines

Gambling everything I have... All I am

I've always been a gambler

taking unnecessary risks

in order to get to

the finish line

first.

Like getting in the car

with a male stranger

or risking probation

and jail times

by getting another

blade, pill, bottle

Or running away

in search of better things

in the worst neighborhood.

I'm gambling time,

my life, my body

all of this is just another cent in

the slot machine 

of the universe.

Eh, what the heck,

I think,

pulling the car door open.

I need to get home somehow. 

This will be faster.

I'll probably get away.

Clink!

I just need one more.

One more high,

One more numbing affect...

There's probably employees watching

but I'll get out of it.

I always do, usually unharmed.

I know I have a 50/50 chance

but

I'm willing to bet

on these odds.

Clink!

They are going to lock 

me away.

I have nothing else to lose.

I have to get away.

Now.

No matter the odds of surviving...

I'm willing to bet on these odds.

This is what I think as I

run through the woods,

jumping fences, and getting on a bus.

This is what I make myself believe

as I go home

with my sister.

I had no idea

a month later

I'd be begging to be locked

away.

Clink!

All of this is

just another cent

in the slot machine

of our universe.

Reviews

[Silt]

I thought this would make a good song, using the last stanza as a chorus set running every so often along side of the verse.

The ' blade, pill, bottle' line in stanza one could be reworked a bit due to the pill bottle semblance.

Maybe name a specific drug, I don't know, but those two words together kept wanting to be one image in my mind. Have you ever thought it to be longer, into a song/rap?

Either way, I enjoyed

thanks for the read

Silt