casino
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Machines clink,
Chips drop,
Shouts of joy sound
and groans of loss as money is exchanged.
The air thick with alcoholic breath.
A golden haze around the highest bidder
and the biggest winner by far.
What's really at stake when you're having fun?
God is a pit boss and we've bought in to play all night,
pretending I have a choice.
When it's my turn I'll always roll.
