A gambling awareness

by Michael   Aug 14, 2018

Upon the banks of high street shops
between the stores their anchor drops.
They cast their nets and hope to catch
the eggs of addicts soon to hatch.

The smaller-fry is what they seek
to keep afloat each turning week.
Without the kind of ones like me
their ships would sink into the sea.

Their webs are spun across our screens
Like catching flies in spinning dreams.
Twenty seconds to lose a grand
that takes a month of graft by hand.

Billboards plagued with smiles and glee
don’t be fooled i’m proof you see,
so many wounds has left its marks
from vicious teeth of gaming sharks.

We have a choice of course is true
easy to know what not to do
This of course is before you start
But once your hooked they’ll take your heart.

They say that when the fun stops. Stop
That’s only when they’ve had the lot
Leaving you with an empty pot
With you inside just left to rot!


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  • 1 month ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    So so glad to see this nominated. I will not get in to because it will upset me and I will carry on. Hugs to you Michael and thank you for sharing

    • 1 month ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Dagmar, and I am sure you would lady :) by hook or by crook I will forgive myself, hugs too X

  • 1 month ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Well written, Michael. I've said this before, but the government has to stop this. Wealthy corporations corrupting those who can I'll afford to lose their money, homes and families. Bastards!

    • 1 month ago

      by Michael

      I totally agree Mr D, they make so much revenue through websites and gaming terminals, it outrageous. many bookmakers set up in low income housing estates, as they know that's where the most vulnerable live. Bastards indeed!!

  • 1 month ago

    by P o e m e l o

    This is how genius work. Wow im learning alot.

    • 1 month ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Poemelo, we are always learning :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    Michael, a very cautionary tale that you know first hand. Addiction comes in many forms and more than one person has been sucked in it and paid the price too. Well done with this-

    • 1 month ago

      by Michael

      Absolutely Miss Brenda, its a crying sham! thank you for comments :)x

  • 1 month ago

    by CJ Maleney

    I so get this dude.

    When I was young I used to gamble on machines a lot, usually in pubs when I was on a night out.

    Back then beer was way cheaper but I could still blow a fortune in one night.

    I would be paid on a Friday and broke by Sunday. I've never been to one of these high street gambling shops or even a bookmakers. (Apart from the national once a year). The adverts on TV make me sick.

    When the fun stops stop? It should say never start.

    You even have the likes of Ray Winston endorsing them.

    Absolutely shocking!

    As for your poem. It's fantastic. A master class in rhyme and the subject matter and your thoughts on it are conveyed perfectly.

    Well said you and a well deserved nomination.


    • 1 month ago

      by Michael

      Thanks fella,

      So easy done, its the chasing the losses that feeds the addiction. Its the worst financial destruction, but not worse than the mental loss

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