VICTIM OF ATLANTIC CITY

by

Chan Mongol

He was telling me what he lost
His whole life, income and all,
Earth's Hell, the dirty, Atlantic City
His end, his failure, his fall.

A big cloud in his face
The eyes were tearing,
Family of four, uncertainity
Hopeless with future of fearing.

Casinos treated him like a king
They loved his money and they took,
Even his spirit, his power, his job
His dignity, his family with their look.

I could realize his pain and suffering
Because I was there, in their sin-city,
Twice a week being hypnotised
They also robbed my soul without pitty.

I told him friend, don't worry
Money is safe, still in Bank Book,
After the illusion, dream ended
Will be back , in your heirs look.

Go after wealth is chasing it away
Don't chase, let money walk to you,
You didn't loose in the sky or Mars
Is here, dance around, others to show.

My friend! we were weak and emotional
Without strong mind, didn't play with Head,
Cause of loss, as we played over the Head
Expensive lesson, mistake is now ended.

Atlantic city is the mouth of Atlantic Ocean
It will eat and swallow any honest and weak,
Someone who got addicted fat is the prey
In the tampering pampering crush and lick.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Delightful Way
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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