The Penny Slots

A friend of a friend of a friend of mine
Has won many jackpots, so I'm told,
Playing penny slots. Such gamblers don't even
Handle coins--moneybags no longer needed--
It's all cards and credits; and no handles to pull,
Just monotonous jabs at spring-loaded buttons.
The bulk of players don't have the touch
This lucky Louise has--a contrast that's metaphor
For my hapless state:
When it comes to companioning,
I push the buttons within my reach,
Yet nothing comes out, not even kibble!
These numbers games are endless and boring;
Perhaps if I scored an apple or cherry
(I'd accept even lemons from time to time),
My downtrodden spirit would leap with elation,
But the odds are against me, the payout is lousy,
And the House is preparing to show me the door.