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All working folk who hate to pay.

Their tax and bills on collection day.

And resent demands from charity,

On grounds of abject poverty.

The thrill that comes with a chance to gain.

And pour their savings down the drain.

To chance their lives throughout the ages

And release these folk from all their wages.

Machines and cards and the roulette wheel.

Six digit numbers of lottery spiel.

Whilst the rich reduce their wealth at races.

Justified through social graces.

So why do they risk all they’ve got.

And chance their arm to improve their lot.

With the aim to watch their money grow.

The answer is, I just don’t know.

Peter Bull ( Author or the book GET INTOUCH WITH YOUR TALKING HEADS)

Published inPOETRY