After losing on the pokies I penned this poem on a Keno ticket (text below).
How readily I fed $15 into that cold, uncaring poker machine.
Watched my sum total teeter totter in a choreographed display,
designed to make me think that I had a hope (while oh so quietly tying the rope).
Now I take this Keno pencil and try to write - to find meaning in the spaces between the numbered boxes.
While in the lounge adjacent carnival music fanfare heralds the smallest of victories.
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