"pokies" poems - Hello Poetry

Like pokies they stuck always out, never afraid To show that they were here to stay for all to see. A tattoo of a bow caressed her cleavage, the tattooist Even though not meaning rubbed pokies to much. Ending with a happy customer, a damp seat and a wet floor.

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Oct 25, 2015

Oct 25, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC

poetic-t

Pokies Little Bow

Like pokies they stuck always out, never afraid To show that they were here to stay for all to see. A tattoo of a bow caressed her cleavage, the tattooist Even though not meaning rubbed pokies to much. Ending with a happy customer, a damp seat and a wet floor.

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i don’t want to be a hooligan, i used to get get yelled at at the pokies, I HATED THAT i used to be pushed to being a shy person a shy old dogie, I HATED THAT i used to get yelled at in the towns centre tavern I HATED THAT people used to say i am shy, I HATE BEING SHY young dudes used to hide bullying me so mum and dad don’t find out I HATED THAT i hate people treating me like their mob, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE you see the guy who nicked my lunch was an iditio, I WILL NEVER GO NEAR HIM I WILL NEVER TOUCH ANOTHER POKER MACHINE, WASTE OF FUCKEN MONEY i feel people are trying to take my fun away I HATE THEM PEOPLE ARE CALLING ME A WOOSEY, I HATE THEM ALSO peop[le are treating me like a ****** I HATE THEM i was getting teased at work, ya see i was told i was getting a job at tuggers ACTEW and without explaining to me, they gave the job to someone else, I HATE THEM, ***** THEM people want me to behave like a mature adult, I HATE THAT i am expressing myself, i want a break, PLEASE GIVE ME A BREAK support workers tease at work and when i tease, ya know just a small tease i get in trouble I HATE THAT a man was telling me i forgot to clean the hubcaps, when he could do it himself, I HATE THAT I hear voices that people are truing to get me to do what i used to do, in every stretch of the imagination, I HATE THEM i hear voices of people trying to get me to be an itchy hooligan, I HATE THAT every time i hear a car or motorcycle i hype up by blowing my legs up, I HATE THAT i hear my voices saying, your not a family person brian, or your still a shy person brian yer mate, I HATE THAT i don’t want to get itchy feelings, I HATE THEM the reason why i am not treating lyle like a mate, because he was crazy enough to put me in domestic violence, I HATE HIM he had anger management issues HE’S AN IDIOT someone called me a great big ugly snout, I HATED HIM you see i hate being involved in domestic violence, I HATE THAT I HATE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I HATE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I DON’T WANT TO BE A YOUNG DUDE WHO LIKES DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, CAUSE I DON’T LIKE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE so in hindsight, i prefer to be a little young dude as opposed to someone who likes domestic violence i hate violence in any way, i think i would know don’t tell me to shut up, cause i won’t, got it, good

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

i hate domestic violence

i don’t want to be a hooligan, i used to get get yelled at at the pokies, I HATED THAT i used to be pushed to being a shy person a shy old dogie, I HATED THAT i used to get yelled at in the towns centre tavern I HATED THAT people used to say i am shy, I HATE BEING SHY young dudes used to hide bullying me so mum and dad don’t find out I HATED THAT i hate people treating me like their mob, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE you see the guy who nicked my lunch was an iditio, I WILL NEVER GO NEAR HIM I WILL NEVER TOUCH ANOTHER POKER MACHINE, WASTE OF FUCKEN MONEY i feel people are trying to take my fun away I HATE THEM PEOPLE ARE CALLING ME A WOOSEY, I HATE THEM ALSO peop[le are treating me like a ****** I HATE THEM i was getting teased at work, ya see i was told i was getting a job at tuggers ACTEW and without explaining to me, they gave the job to someone else, I HATE THEM, ***** THEM people want me to behave like a mature adult, I HATE THAT i am expressing myself, i want a break, PLEASE GIVE ME A BREAK support workers tease at work and when i tease, ya know just a small tease i get in trouble I HATE THAT a man was telling me i forgot to clean the hubcaps, when he could do it himself, I HATE THAT I hear voices that people are truing to get me to do what i used to do, in every stretch of the imagination, I HATE THEM i hear voices of people trying to get me to be an itchy hooligan, I HATE THAT every time i hear a car or motorcycle i hype up by blowing my legs up, I HATE THAT i hear my voices saying, your not a family person brian, or your still a shy person brian yer mate, I HATE THAT i don’t want to get itchy feelings, I HATE THEM the reason why i am not treating lyle like a mate, because he was crazy enough to put me in domestic violence, I HATE HIM he had anger management issues HE’S AN IDIOT someone called me a great big ugly snout, I HATED HIM you see i hate being involved in domestic violence, I HATE THAT I HATE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I HATE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE I DON’T WANT TO BE A YOUNG DUDE WHO LIKES DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, CAUSE I DON’T LIKE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE so in hindsight, i prefer to be a little young dude as opposed to someone who likes domestic violence i hate violence in any way, i think i would know don’t tell me to shut up, cause i won’t, got it, good

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four wheels gliding gracefully along the surface holding hands and displaying large grins echos of jokes and secret tellings and laughs most often referred to as rink typically filled with jovial adolescents birthday parties and family outings weekend afternoons coaxing is often a requirement the freedom to move without lifting a foot who needs to walk, skip, or jump when you can roll, roll, roll you crossover i stumble you move backwards i fall my legs are bruised as is my ego yet i cannot stop smiling nostalgia at it's finest memories of lock ins hokey pokies limbos races to the death it has never been so much fun to get hurt it seems as though time has worn on me im no longer an elastic young girl don't tell me that, though.

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Dec 3, 2013

Dec 3, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC

jane-tricky

rollerskate date

four wheels gliding gracefully along the surface holding hands and displaying large grins echos of jokes and secret tellings and laughs most often referred to as rink typically filled with jovial adolescents birthday parties and family outings weekend afternoons coaxing is often a requirement the freedom to move without lifting a foot who needs to walk, skip, or jump when you can roll, roll, roll you crossover i stumble you move backwards i fall my legs are bruised as is my ego yet i cannot stop smiling nostalgia at it's finest memories of lock ins hokey pokies limbos races to the death it has never been so much fun to get hurt it seems as though time has worn on me im no longer an elastic young girl don't tell me that, though.

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MONEY Money burns a hole in your pocket Money burns a hole in your soul It's the devil if you've got it And some have nothing at all There's a man up in Sydney And he had plenty to burn But he cheated on every rival And now a hard lesson he learns He's spending his time in prison And his only thought is survival There's a lady from Coburn And she had nothing at all So she married a man who was wealthy But he wasn't on the ball She ran off with a traveling salesman Cos he was handsome and tall You'd think we'd learn something About the heartache money can bring But we never stop trying to win it On X Lotto and pokies and things If we saved every penny we gambled We'd be living like kings Yes money burns a hole in your pocket Money burns a hole in you soul I know it's the root of all evil But I'd still like a thousand or so.

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Aug 8, 2011

Aug 8, 2011 at 1:07 AM UTC

loraine-fromm

MONEY

MONEY Money burns a hole in your pocket Money burns a hole in your soul It's the devil if you've got it And some have nothing at all There's a man up in Sydney And he had plenty to burn But he cheated on every rival And now a hard lesson he learns He's spending his time in prison And his only thought is survival There's a lady from Coburn And she had nothing at all So she married a man who was wealthy But he wasn't on the ball She ran off with a traveling salesman Cos he was handsome and tall You'd think we'd learn something About the heartache money can bring But we never stop trying to win it On X Lotto and pokies and things If we saved every penny we gambled We'd be living like kings Yes money burns a hole in your pocket Money burns a hole in you soul I know it's the root of all evil But I'd still like a thousand or so.

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