CASINO ROW

In the old town,
down by the river,
lie the casinos
waiting...
waiting...
waiting...

For the people to come.

Oh yes, for the people
to come...
full of hopes--
dreams--
of striking it rich.

They come for the poker,
the black jack,
the one-arm bandits
and the jackpots to win.

They worship LADY LUCK
knowing that tonight--
is theirs...

They'll win.

But LADY LUCK
has wildly shining eyes,
green eyes--
like money....
She'll come.

But only if you have money!

For luck is a fickle lady.
She'll urge you on:
take a small pot--
double it-- triple even.
Luck, after all, is on your side.

Don't even think of losing.
After all, LUCK is here.

BAD LUCK

LADY LUCK,
she'll steal your soul
here on casino row.

Paul Vernon Deffendall
January 18, 1992

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