Won by chance
won by luck
in the frozen gambling world
losers count the few winning chances
winners are only finger count of
illegal activities
viewed in the center public eye
winning
illegal prizes await
patronized by few protective
cops
additional income
from a dirty hand
a bitter appetite
for their family table meals
so shameful truth
in a bitter unjust society
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