The Slotmachine - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I wish I were a slotmachine
inside a fancy club
All chrome and colours to be seen
the pride of any pub.
But wait until I tell you more
the best is all those coins
a callgirl yes, but not a whore
with big receptive loins.
And as they slip inside of me
orgastic I become
an ancient geezer, drinking tea
he lets me have some rum.
I keep the bigger part of dough
those are casino rules
and never say 'I told you so',
to drunkards and old fools.
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