There's a Dog clamping down on me
I can walk into shit I can hide in a pit
The evils that I can not see
The chips are stacked
and I've lost most my pile
The Odds are against me
And I just keep on betting
but there's no way of winning
No way of winning
Someone's gonna have to bury me
But I can't hide in death, I can't die when I'm alive
The good that never happens to me
The chips are stacked
and I've lost most my pile
The Odds are against me
And I just keep on betting
but there's no way of winning
No way of winning
Today just is not my...
My lucky day...
It's raining and it's cold
and I feel so alone
Even when the room is filled around me
I just want some peace
Just want to be happy
So take this pain
as my debt gets bigger...
Just take this pain
JUST TAKE IT AWAY!
A contest entry
- I just want your personal best. by disparate.
900 points, ended February 20, 2007, 55 entries
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Comments
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This is interesting, not what I expected when I read "Gambler" but not unpleasant.
Life is hard and cruel, and luck is often against us. Or even worse, bad luck is with us.
I liked the second (and fourth stanza), it created a strong sense of futility and frustration. Such as I think is often felt with the loss of a gamble.
Thanks for entering, sorry about the delay in judging. Best of luck.
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