My red chips are low.
Last throw of the dice.
Must win to stay in the game.
If I lose,
someone's to blame.

'It's red all the way.'
Authorisation is given.
The wheel goes round;
painstakingly slow.

The ball bounces
in, out,
slot to slot.

'Get in a red.'
I want to prolong
my stay in Vegas
for fucks sake!

If it's red,
I win,
I stay;
I live to gamble
another day.

Black or green,
it's over,
me - a gambling underachiever.

The croupier calls 'red'
and I am in with a shout.
I can keep on gambling
for a few more bouts.

Like a boxer,
I'll go on
for far too long,
and my money
will gravitate
to the table
where it belongs.