Gambling Poem by Victoria Horn

Gambling
What a dirty sin
Never realizing
How much trouble you'll be in
Knowing there's bills to be paid
Using the money for the house
Look how much you've lost
How will you ever explain this to your angry spouse?
What happens in Vegas never truly stays
Bringing home the drunken guilt
Feeling much too sick
Like a flower ready to wilt
Some aspirin and water
To try and dull the throbbing pain
Buddy you're sleeping in the dog house tonight
I heard it's suppose to rain
Maybe next time you'll think
Before you choose to gamble
No consequences will result
Not having to listen to the money you shouldn't handle.