Array ( [sid] => 159441 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Problem [time] => 2010-05-02 01:23:57 [hometext] => I wrote this poem at 3:00 AM, I had to release some anger I had at myself. It only took my 30 min to write. please tell me what you think. [bodytext] => I fear I have a problem.
I know I do for sure.
I know it needs some solving.
I know it needs a cure.

I went and put some money in.
A lot more than I should.
Hoping, praying I might win.
My luck was proving good.

Money, money I did win.
I won a lot indeed.
What an awful, awful sin.
But still I did not leave.

I thought that I was lucky.
I thought I might win more.
I heard it whisper trust me.
I never heard the door.

Money soon was fading.
My luck was running out.
I felt myself start hating,
The colors and the sounds.

But than I win some money.
And hatred turns to love.
Once more it whispers trust me.
Once more I give my trust.

I知 down to just one dollar.
I use to have much more.
I want to scream and holler.
I should have heard the door.

Now I知 down to nothing.
A penny I don稚 have.
I知 sick inside my stomach.
I知 feeling really bad.

Slot machines are fibbers
And soon they値l ruin my life.
I値l never be a winner,
until I say goodbye.
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My Problem
Date: Sunday, 2nd May 2010 @ 01:23:57 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Nevilleconnie
I fear I have a problem.
I know I do for sure.
I know it needs some solving.
I know it needs a cure.

I went and put some money in.
A lot more than I should.
Hoping, praying I might win.
My luck was proving good.

Money, money I did win.
I won a lot indeed.
What an awful, awful sin.
But still I did not leave.

I thought that I was lucky.
I thought I might win more.
I heard it whisper trust me.
I never heard the door.

Money soon was fading.
My luck was running out.
I felt myself start hating,
The colors and the sounds.

But than I win some money.
And hatred turns to love.
Once more it whispers trust me.
Once more I give my trust.

I知 down to just one dollar.
I use to have much more.
I want to scream and holler.
I should have heard the door.

Now I知 down to nothing.
A penny I don稚 have.
I知 sick inside my stomach.
I知 feeling really bad.

Slot machines are fibbers
And soon they値l ruin my life.
I値l never be a winner,
until I say goodbye.


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