Welcome To My Casino! Poem by Robert Charles Howard

Welcome To My Casino!



        'Give me your tired your poor
    but not the bill.'

Welcome to my Casino!

Step right up folks
and give that wheel a spin.
Aw, too bad, pilgrim! You lose:

    your job
      your home
        your savings
          the kids' college
            your hope.

The wife is sick, you say?
Aw, that's so sad
but you know she can't play here,
House rule, number one:
No Sick Folks Allowed!

Now excuse me just a sec
while I turn my sign around.

This Casino Closed - to you.

March, 2010

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