Addictive Gambler
Addicted Gambler
This is a sad tale
Of a man who gambled and failed
His desire was to get rich quick
But he ended up being a losing freak
Daily withdrawals from the cash machine
Yet with money he was so mean
Never ate hence so thin and lean
Smoked away with bad breath and skin
He had other hidden talents
Which were vividly silent?
He was creative
Very imaginative
But none of that ever became lucrative
An addicted gambler
Who tried his hands at everything?
To see what his luck might bring
Spent hours scratching cards at Bingo
Tried poker though he did not know the lingo
Played and lost on various fruit machines
Never ever satisfied with a days win
Gambled on so many horses
Which all brought heavy losses?
In misery he resorted to alcohol
This also contributed to his downfall
Lost all his friends
In vain tried to make amends
After missing so many appointments
Several times he threw in the towel
When he realised
He had no more personal possessions to sell
Saying life really sucks
I don’t seem to be having any luck
But he was an addicted gambler
It was only a question of time
When he will sneak out of home as if a crime
To gamble his newly acquired wealth away again
An addicted Gambler
Absorbed with heavy numerous debts
Caused by large unreasonable bets
Spending his entire wage
Was a daily chapter in his book and page
That grew worse and worse with every age
Always borrowing more money
From his friends and family in a hurry
Saying please I wouldn’t do it again, I am sorry
His family knew he desperately required
Psychiatric assistance
That very momentarily instance
Or his mental state
Would be beyond maintenance
A very befalling state
Several times he threw in the towel
When he had no more personal possessions to sell
Saying life really sucks
I don’t seem to be having any luck
But he was an addicted gambler
It was only a question of time
When he will sneak out of home as if a crime
To gamble his money away again
After so many years he finally gave up
He knew it was about time to eventually stop
He lost it all
There were no more friends to call
He did not even have little money to have a ball
What a sad story said the coroner
This young man must have been a total loner
What an addictive gambler
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Kentuckey Gambler
He wanted more from like
Than four kids and a wife
And a job in the dark kentucky mines
A twenty-acre farm
With a shacky house and barn
That's all he had
And all he left behind
At gambling he was lucky
So he left kentucky
Left behind his woman and his kids
Into the gay casino
In nevada's town of reno
Kentucky gambler planned to get rich quick
Kentucky gambler, who's gonna love your woman in kentucky
Who's gonna be the one to give her what she needs
Kentucky gambler, who's gonna raise your children in kentucky
Who's gonna keep them fed and keep shoes on their feet
At the gamblers' paradise
Lady luck was on his side
Kentucky gambler played his cards just right
He won at everything he played
Kentucky gambler had it made
And he should have quit and gone on home that night
But when you love the greenback dollar
Sorrow's always bound to follow
Reno dreams fade into neon amber
And lady luck, she'll leave you on
She'll saty awhile, and then she's gone
You'd better go on home kentucky gambler
But a gambler never seems to stop
Til he loses all he's got
And so, kentucky gambler, he played on
He played til he lost all he won
He was right back where he started from
Then he started wanting to go home
Kentucky gambler, there ain't nobody waiting in kentucky
When you walked out, somebody else walked in
Kentucky gambler, looks like you ain't really very lucky
Seems to me a gambler looses much more than he wins
So you think about it
Kentucky gambler
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Kentucky Gambler
He wanted more from like
Than four kids and a wife
And a job in the dark kentucky mines
A twenty-acre farm
With a shacky house and barn
Thats all he had
And all he left behind
At gambling he was lucky
So he left kentucky
Left behind his woman and his kids
Into the gay casino
In nevadas town of reno
Kentucky gambler planned to get rich quick
Kentucky gambler, whos gonna love your woman in kentucky
Whos gonna be the one to give her what she needs
Kentucky gambler, whos gonna raise your children in kentucky
Whos gonna keep them fed and keep shoes on their feet
At the gamblers paradise
Lady luck was on his side
Kentucky gambler played his cards just right
He won at everything he played
Kentucky gambler had it made
And he should have quit and gone on home that night
But when you love the greenback dollar
Sorrows always bound to follow
Reno dreams fade into neon amber
And lady luck, shell leave you on
Shell saty awhile, and then shes gone
Youd better go on home kentucky gambler
But a gambler never seems to stop
Til he loses all hes got
And so, kentucky gambler, he played on
He played til he lost all he won
He was right back where he started from
Then he started wanting to go home
Kentucky gambler, there aint nobody waiting in kentucky
When you walked out, somebody else walked in
Kentucky gambler, looks like you aint really very lucky
Seems to me a gambler looses much more than he wins
So you think about it
Kentucky gambler
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Gambling Song
Sort of country and western....
Lord knows i'm a gambler
I've gambled all my life
Gambled with my money
Gambled being a wife
For richer for poorer
Was the gamble that i made
And all the time with fingers crossed
I have been betrayed.
Once he was handsome
The finest stud around
But then he started drinking
And put on a few pounds
Then one night in our bedroom
I was quite surprised
What had been big was now quite small
And not a satisfying size.
Lord knows i'm a gambler
I've gambled all my life
Gambled with my money
Gambled being a wife
For richer for poorer
Was the gamble that i made
And all the time with fingers crossed
I have been betrayed.
(more verses to follow - any ideas welcome!)
poem by David Keig
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If I Were A Drinker
you only wanted what money could buy,any trinket that sparkled would catch your
green eyes I should have known better,but i loved you too much,and when you
spent all my savings,love was not enough.If i were a drinker i'd be drunk
tonight,and if'n i were a gambler,i'd bet my last dime,you're out with
another,and you won't be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone.We
used to go dancin' on saturday night you shined like a diamond underneath those
blue lights you were a fools gold oh but i would soon learn i'd never make you
happy with the money i earned.If i were a drinker,i'd be drunk tonight,and if'n
i was a gambler,lord i'd bet my last dime you're out with another,and you won't
be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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He was a degenerate gambler. That is, a man who gambled simply to gamble and must lose. As a hero who goes to war must die. Show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser, show me a hero and I'll show you a corpse.
quote by Mario Puzo
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The Gambler
the gambler one day
while sitting on a chair facing the sea watching the sunset
looks at the poet
like him alone on a worship of the fading day
wondering what was it that keeps
digging inside his heart
the gambler starts a conversation telling the poet that he envies his
solitude
his grace with the use of the words
his beauty and his
journey along the paths of
the spiritual and
the divine communion with God
the poet is not amazed and takes a simple gaze
at the gambler's face
he give the gamble a little smile
telling him
nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Im Addicted
1, 2, 3, 4!
Look around this dirty town
Drink it up till we fall down
Dont want to live forever this way
But its gonna have to do for today
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
1, 2, 3, 4!
Before that hurried call
I had my back against the wall
No, dont want to be shown
Go out and learn your own
Oh, Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
Im addicted - as I want to be
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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The Lover And The Gamber
She sat on a bar stool,
her long legs dangling there,
drinking a coloured mix,
they called The Country Fair.
He sat at a table,
deck of cards in his hand,
laying them down for a game of solitaire,
the lover and the gambler.
For a brief few seconds,
as they looked around,
their eyes met in sweet seduction,
in that smoky bar downtown.
As the evening wore,
and customers began to leave,
it just left the two of them there,
the lover and the gambler.
Now if he played his cards,
close to his chest,
maybe with a bit of luck,
love would do the rest.
They looked again,
with a long lingering look.
She joined him at the table,
watched the hand that he dealt.
Each card was a heart;
cupid caught them both that night.
For now the lover and the gambler,
are now man and wife.
poem by David Harris
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I used to be a heavy gambler. But now I just make mental bets. That's how I lost my mind.
quote by Steve Allen
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Harvard Medical School, the University of South Florida and the American Psychiatric Association have all conducted studies showing that the earlier one begins gambling, the more likely it is he or she will become an addicted, problem gambler.
quote by Spencer Bachus
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Rambling, Gambling Willie
Come around you rovin gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well.
His name was will o conley and he gambled all his life,
He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
He gambled in the white house and in the railroad yards,
Wherever there was people, there was willie and his cards.
He had a reputation as the gamblinest man around,
Wives would keep their husbands home when willie came to town.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
Sailin down the mississippi to a town called new orleans,
Theyre still talkin about their card game on that jackson river queen.
Ive come to win some money, gamblin willie says,
When the game finally ended up, the whole damn boat was his.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
Up in the rocky mountains in a town called cripple creek,
There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week.
Nine hundred miners had laid their money down,
When willie finally left the room, he owned the whole damn town.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
But willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true,
He supported all his children, and all their mothers too.
He wore no rings or fancy things, like other gamblers wore,
He spread his money far and wide, to help the sick and the poor.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
When you played your cards with willie, you never really knew
Whether he was bluffin or whether he was true.
He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair.
The man, he left a diamond flush, willie didnt even have a pair.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
It was late one evenin during a poker game,
A man lost all his money, he said willie was to blame.
He shot poor willie through the head, which was a tragic fate,
When willies cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
So all you rovin gamblers, wherever you might be,
The moral of this story is very plain to see.
Make your money while you can, before you have to stop,
For when you pull that dead mans hand, your gamblin days are up.
And its ride, willie, ride,
Roll, willie, roll,
Wherever you are a-gamblin now, nobody really knows.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Riverboat Gambler
(carly simon/jacob brackman)
Riverboat gambler
Drinking alone on the prow
Chasing your bourbon with tennessee gin
The big games about to begin
Riverboat gambler
Hiding that ave up your sleeve
I can see through all that debonaire style
The irony bending your smile
And I wont tip your hand
I wont do you in
I want to stay near you
I want you to win
Riverboat gambler
You can defy all the odds
You can draw diamonds to fill out your flush
You can find someone to trust
And I wont steal your chips
I wont steal your pride
Wont you take me on faith
Wont you let me inside
Riverboat gambler
Under our velvet and lace
Youre an old vagabond, Im a poor waif
Lets make a place thats safe
Riverboat gambler
Come on and let me inside
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Addicted To You
I am addicted to you.
So what can I do?
but accept what has happened to me?
You're my personal drug
each time we hug
my body turns out to be
at peace once again and not so uptight,
no shaking, no headache in sight.
I am addicted to you.
The need in me grew
from the very first time that we kissed.
You're my personal high,
the reason why I
know that you are why I exist.
I know that all's well
and there's nothing to fear,
no frightful event will appear.
I don't need a drink,
I don't need a smoke.
These things I will never do.
My needs are not bad.
In fact I am glad
that I am addicted to you.
I
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Brothers All
the gambler finally finds
a conspiracy with the liar
and the thief,
father is correct, this
is the family of vice,
the eldest is the gambler,
and the younger one is the liar,
the thief is in the middle.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Gambler
On a warm summers evenin on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin out the window at the darkness
til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
He said, son, Ive made a life out of readin peoples faces,
And knowin what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you dont mind my sayin, I can see youre out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey Ill give you some advice.
So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if youre gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
Now evry gambler knows that the secret to survivin
Is knowin what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
cause evry hands a winner and evry hands a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
So when hed finished speakin, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when youre sittin at the table.
Therell be time enough for countin when the dealins done.
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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What Money Has Yet to Accomplish
What money has yet to accomplish?
A satisfying way to be repelled,
By the benefit of having it.
Or bring such excruciating agony,
To those who have too much of it.
Too cause undenying grief.
And much sweet relief to a dieing economy,
Overtaxed and burdened...
With the construction of more prisons,
To house millions addicted...
Will free us all.
'They are not addicted to money!
They are addicted with the teasing done,
By the unspoken limitations of democracy.
With a selective few declaring themselves patriotic.
And cast under hypnotic spells.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As The Sun Begins To Set
Beyond the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set,
my heart aches to return home,
but my destiny is to endlessly roam.
I left home to seek
my fortune and fame,
but fortune lead me
into the devils game.
I became a gambler,
a player with chance
with a crooked deck to hide
to have the odds in my favour
so I could never lose.
For every gambler
lady luck sometimes deserts
and my reward for her abandonment
is an eight by ten cell.
The chain gang is a bitter life;
the calluses on my hands are many.
The days that I am here
stretch all through the night.
So when I see the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set
my heart aches for a place
I will never see again.
26 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Midnight Rambler
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
The one that shut the kitchen door
He don't give a hoot of warning
Wrapped up in a black cat cloak
He don't go in the light of the morning
He split the time the cock'rel crows
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
The one you never seen before
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Did you see him jump the garden wall
Sighin' down the wind so sadly
Listen and you'll hear him moan
Talkin' about the midnight gambler
Everybody got to go
Did you hear about the midnight rambler
Well
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Let It Bleed
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Run On
(traditional - arranged by elvis presley)
Well you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Stop God almighty let me tell you the news
My heads been wet with the midnight dews
Coming down on my bended knees
Talking to the man from galilee
My God spoke and he spoke so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of angels feet
He put one hand upon my head
Great God almighty let me tell you what he said
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time,
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
You may throw your rock and hide your hand
Working in the dark against your fellow man
As sure as God made the day and the night
What you do in the dark will be brought to the light
You may run and hide, slip and slide
Trying to take the mote from your neighbours eyes
As sure as God made the rich and poor
You gonna reap just what you sow
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
Some people go to church just to sit in the fire
Trying to make a date with the neighbours wife
Brother let me tell you as sure as youre born
You better leave that woman alone
Because one of these days mark my word
You think that brother is going to work
And youll sneak up and knock on that door
Thats all brother youll knock no more
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down
Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight rider, oh well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A Man Became Addicted To Poetry
A MAN BECAME ADDICTED TO POETRY
A man became addicted to poetry-
Wherever he went he read or wrote a few lines-
Poetry became much of what he did-
Poetry and poetry and poetry-
As if that alone could give meaning and pleasure to his life.
A man became addicted to poetry
And so lost at times
What true poetry is –
Now he writes without knowing
Whether he is truly writing
Or merely using the ‘idea and world of poetry’
For his own peace of mind.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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