GAMBLING TO ADDICTION
(running on)
I am watching the ball that you hold going nowhere,
yet you place another flim-flam bet on nothing : above
your head some news announces whines - his panties
are too tight, or they had not told him his nipple is expired.
Just like him, the strap-on dildo girl at the next counter
is complaining about fit. Everywhere noise blares and
people are ferocious with their wants and despairs.
On the makeshift stage, some sleaze-bag whore is
removing her clothes to the beat of the Tom-Tom Club
and the Mellow Foursquares. She throws a sweaty
bra into the audience, I swear.
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What's all this about? I ask only in passing - the funny
lanceman keeps basking in his light and hollow way :
he's got a joke for everyone and everything they say.
This is model enterainment now in a gambling den
at large. You enter the Jersey Hallows and do it all
online while the Governor calls a traffic jam and
blames his big, fat ass and the constable makes a
gerryman to push the legislation past - 'You shall
wait like a wait in hell for all that's coming to you.'
That's the Jersey motto too; add it now to license
plates and all you do. We are gambling to addiction.
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