Casino Blues Poem by DM W

In all honesty,
I'm not here to be
Hypnotised by Lady Luck.
I'm not here to salivate
Slavishly like a Pavlov's dog.
I'm only here as a favour
For a most misguided friend.
This place is so absurd.
This place is pure purgatory.
It's a million miles from reality!
It's like a brightly lit prison
That allows a modicum of freedom.
Addiction is the sentence here:
No one gets out unscathed.
The hours pass by mechanically;
Where there is no day or night or hour.
I wish I could melt like plastic into
The garish greens & reds of the carpet.
Punters treat money so casually.
It's like spitting in the wind.
As golden tokens spew from slots
I sense the aimless, uniform frenzy.
As for me I'm keeping my head on
Just in case I should lose it here
Like my most misguided friend.
Another gin & tonic should suffice.
At least it will get me through this nightmare;
Before the soft embrace of feathered sleep.