Profusely thanking their gods and goddesses when striking it big Slinking silently from the table when losing it all But ever faithful to their capricious gods Never ever seeing the ever seeing eye Or the hidden algorithms Calculated to lure you again and again To play and pay for the thrills That by Chance you're the gods' favoured one.
Cain killed Abel, for Abel was favoured. Losers need losers, for then nobody wins. Rather a robber be king, and all be robbed. The mark, a small price to despise the favoured. Why Trump? Because *******! That’s why.
It's edges are worn Well loved pages A tear here Because of a careless Barrower - a friend A fellow book reader Book lover Lost in your words Oh great authors It's cover worn But still intact I'll read it every Six months It never gets old Dog eared pages When I could never find a book mark Now I have a collection Maybe forty now My favored book I'll read it forever Until I find another book By the author But still in my heart It collects Moments and momentos Of my life My first love note Pictures of friends Long forgotten My scribbled ideas And fragmented art All my dreams Both in sleep and in waking hours And it is my hope My good friend My future That it lives on Each page Every word My favored book