Spin, spin, spin, spin, nothing, rinsed, regret, sin, begin, again, spin, spin, spin spin, spin, hit, spin, nothing, spin, nothing, spin, something, gamble, lost, spin, nothing, spin, something, gamble, won, gamble, won, gamble, lost, spin, nothing, spin, nothing, get up, grab chair, strike machine, walk out, light smoke, walk car, hop in, have smoke, hop out, get 40, go home, empty fridge, make full, need to, got to, to eat, to smoke, to live, to be.

I hate these Soul Crushing, Vibrant Colour Schemed, Arcade Jingle Blaring, Cranium Melting, Sweaty Palm inducing, Thumb Cramping, Poverty Increasing, Family Breaking, Bankrupt Baring, Loose Change swallowing, Money Burning, Stinks like Cigarettes-Booze-and Homeless lingering, Depraved and Degenerative to Quality of life Slot Machines that I painstakingly rinse my money on every over weekday and weekend excluding public holidays. I fucking despise the Slots.

Now I gave to explain to my wife why the lights are going to go out next week, and why we’ll be forced to drink water from the storm drains until I get paid last week. One more rinse from a darned Slot Machine and that could be my marriage down the drain, along with the last of my will to live. My brain is so melted and hardwired to enjoy the dopamine hits I get with each feature I get, that I can’t bare to lead a life with said features in absence. That’s a life I don’t care for, but at the same time that seems like a whole lot of worry that I can evade for the time being. As of right now I can proudly say I haven’t pawned my Truck, Golf Clubs, Designer Watch, Flatscreen TV, my Wedding Ring, My Wife’s wedding ring, or my Wife herself to feed my habit.

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Some people smoke crack, some smoke smokes, some break windows, some toke weed.

But all I need is that one true spin, the one over moon, like when I began.

To make it all worth it, to make things great, to erase my losses, and seal my fate.

Gamba O Gambling Rambler, the one true to my soul. How I wish I could break these Cuffs and walk high and bold.

Gamba O Gambling Rambler, the one who sold my soul. How I give my winnings back and do as I am Told.