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Sometimes believing in my illusions keep me going
© Ibrahim
why do i try so hard for someone
who will never care?  because
if you haven't noticed by now,
i am completely in love with you
yet, you don't even spare me a
passing glance
Lets go.
Lets travel everywhere.
Discover the undiscover paradise
And unravel the beauty it hides.

Come on.
Lets us tour.
See and enjoy the wonder of nature
W/ a respect from its creator.
Hey.
Join me.
As, I travel from Atlantica to Antartica,
And to conquer America.

Cause life on Earth maybe difficult.
But it includes a free trip,
Under the heat of the sun.
Officially sweet.
Like sweet nectar
from a honey bee.
Linger on my lips
so gently.
Texture so softly.
Sun warms my skin.
I wonder if you
feel the love within.
My hand on your heart
as you breathe in.
My head on your chest.
If you are laying comfortably.
My eyes are closed.
Just dreaming away.
Wish all of you beautiful people
a sweet sunny sunday.
Here you are!
Las Vegas bound!
Got your dollars
by the pound!
Looking 'round at
all the sights!
The big Casinos!
Pretty lights!

You are here
for three big nights...

You and the wife
take in a show!
Gotta do that
don'tcha know
Then the liquor
starts to flow

The quarter slots
and off you go...

WOW! You WON!
$800 bucks!
You just can't
believe your luck!
You're hi-rollin'!
That's no lie!

Friend, you won the
***** PRIZE.

Off you go to the
Blackjack table
You play as long
as you are able
Start to lose.
Become unstable

Win in Vegas?
That's a fable...

You begin to
lose your mind
You lose more money
Than you find
Gambling
becomes a grind
You are really
in a bind

Sin City's really
so unkind...

Table to table
You're on the hop
You're all over
on the shop
Buying chips with
money you ain't got

Your wife is
begging you to stop...

Back at the slots
where you began
Don't know day from night
my friend
You drop the dollars
You're 'round the bend
You spent money
your friends lend

Finally you're
at the end...

Here you are
upon the stool
You didn't play
by you're own rules
Don't bank the house
and be a tool

But here you sit
Just like a fool...

Now you're singin'
the sad song
You spent it all
you're in the wrong
Vegas knew it all along

Your wife has left
your money's gone...

Open pocket
out it slips
You fell for
the dealer's quips
The dreams of riches
from their lips
You fell for
the gambling whips

now you gotta
EAT THOSE CHIPS.



SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/7/2016
The sad thing about gambling addiction
is you may not know that you're
addicted until it's too late...

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