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The Roulette Slaves Poem

Published: 29 Mar 2017

I have a poem I wrote recently, after suffering heavy losses over the past few years (totaling nearly £80,000).
I was betting big, and betting heavy, and am now in such a state financially, I'm screwed, but have taken steps to change my life. This is the harsh reality of gambling, it really can destroy your life as you know it, but it cannot keep you down forever.

Anyway here's the poem:

Where do you draw the line
When you are cutting it so fine
Knowing all that is at stake
Making mistake after mistake

What lesson have you learnt
From having your fingers so burnt
That you can't even feel the pain
You have inflicted on yourself again

Have you forgotten that you have
Responsibilities now you're a dad
Your meant to be the one
Who supports your wife and little lad

You've used up all 9 lives and exhausted all the lies
Can't kid yourself no more and started to despise

The person you think you are
Driven by dreams of a better life
Believing that happiness is about the one thing that drives us all in life

Money is the problem, you see
We all have just one go, to live our lives as intended and pass on what we know
Our children are the future now and that is why
we must change
To show them that we all have flaws but you can always rearrange

The importance of the thoughts and far reaching dreams you have
Take your chances when they come, let go of the nearly-hads

Every day is a gamble for us, we try our luck in life
But one step forward two steps back is the only path we've tried

So time and time again our master plan is the same, expecting that streak of luck to come our way again

You will know if you have had that chance handed on a plate
But didn't call it a day in time before your compulsion sealed your fate

So where do you draw the line, and how many times will you stake
The love of every single person who has helped you out of your pitiful state

The cost of losing self respect and loved ones who have tried
To understand our problem, and supported us, while hurting bad inside
We lean on them when all goes wrong and they carry all the strain
Tired of hearing I'm sorry, and and it's only me that's to blame

You believe every excuse you make for the situation you are in
The mess you knew you would create with reckless spin after spin.

So wake up now before it's too late, or it'll eat you up inside
The slippery slope will kill all hope and drive you to suicide
It's called the devils game for a reason you know, on your mind it will play tricks, did you know that all the numbers add up to 666?

Good luck everyone


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