Watching light twinkle and blink, beckoning eyes to give them
a look as they sit upon many slot machines, awaiting people to
fill them with money.
Brightly colored florescent lights, staring at passers-by,
hoping to touch something within a person, liking their pretty
colors.
Sometimes music accompanies their luring light shows, moving to
the beat and rhythms, flowing from their slot machines.
All sorts of bait echoing off of machines - pictures, animals,
stars from stage and screen.
Whatever it takes to get people to spend their money in a casino.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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