Poem -
fruitcake
Fruit cake one arm bandit
he's ready to pop
the accumilator jackpot
nobody knows where
the wheel will stop
revolving..
Viva Las Vegas
the Devil didn't save us
he put another round in.
and played us..
for no reason..
just because
it's the shootin' season
when the penny drops we'll find
it's not the machine it's mankind
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If you look at the highly polished face of the bandit; at the eyes reflected in the glassy surface: you'll see the ghost in the machine. But don't laugh...it'll never be the last.
Interesting, offbeat and nicely written...as always.
J ;)
Hi Jason...your comments are encouraging...sensitive media we are definitely sensitized ..I could cry for the evil people do in this world...instead we write..and carry on,..like a machine...my m.o.t. is due..
"instead we write...and carry on"
I'm not sure if this is a determined statement of stoical fortitude or a heaving sigh of resignation (it may well be both!?!)...but I like it!
Good luck with the MOT...
J ;)