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A Kennel Full of Pavlov's Dogs
by Patrick A Granfors
Saturday, November 06, 2010
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One armed bandits indeed....but I love em'

Here I am at the kennel

A casino to be precise

Where technology and psychology

Have loosed an evil device

The device is called a slot machine

Pavlov’s genious some would tell

Just like their doggy counterparts

Humans respond blindly to a bell

Test subjects arrive by busload

By taxis, planes and car

Inhibitions are lowered

With free drinks from the bar

Pavlov’s “conditional reflex”

A bell and then reward

The slot machine does replicate

To his experiment I am moored

Yet this is far more devious

It’s been reversed with hints of Hell

I stuff in a pile of quarters

For just a chance to hear the bell

Pavlov didn’t figure

That folks would lose their mind

His subjects weren’t that greedy

Experiments done in the blind

For now the experiment continues

The bell reflex it does provoke

I’ll sit and stuff this damn machine

To hear a bell until I’m broke

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull	11/9/2010

My mother was his first volunteer. Ron




Reviewed by Annabel Sheila	11/8/2010

And that's exactly why I stay away from Casinos!!! There's no way to beat those "dogs"......great write, Patrick! Anna




Reviewed by Regis Auffray	11/7/2010

I know some people who are constantly "held up" by the one-armed bandit but seem to enjoy it since they go back again and again. Perhaps it is a form of masochistic enjoyment for them. In any case, I appreciate your wit and humor, Patrick. Love and peace, Regis




Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)	11/7/2010

I was just in Vegas two weeks ago in fact for a business meeting and found myself tethered to one of this damn things for hours. But you know, they have lost some of the juice compared to days of old, as now when you win, you don't get the clankety-clank of coins spilling out into the catch-pan; it's all done on a ticket electronically with credits. Oh well, still didn't stop me. I was on a mission: I AM GOING TO LOSE MY MONEY NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS!!




Reviewed by Chip Bergeron	11/7/2010

Such is the human condition....CVonditioned response is not limites to canines.....Well said.... Chip Bergeron




Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado	11/7/2010

I can think of other ways to have fun than gambling ... still, a good write! (((HUGS)) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D




Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER	11/7/2010

The usuall reward ratio that doggies would fall for Patrick, was three to one, after that it became much harder to entice them to continue, of course their liquid intake wasn't doctored, I wonder if there could be some sort of mining for entrappment here, I am sure a clever lawyer, some sort of guy, that is as clever as you are with your poetry, you know what I mean. Thanks for a chuckle on early Sunday morning. Bless ya! Jasmin Horst




Reviewed by Dayvid Graybill	11/7/2010

Yeah...what a sucker I am! Drooling now! Peace, Dayvid




Reviewed by Ed Matlack	11/7/2010

And after you are broke, you can go to the ATM and withdraw more quarters to make yourself even more broke...or so I have done...;-)e




Reviewed by Mark Lichterman	11/7/2010

Very clever and very true. Personally I like the five card draw poker machines. Mark




Reviewed by Mr. Ed	11/7/2010

A Kennel Casino!? Now my dogs all wanna go!! PS: Do they have Milkbone Buffets??!!




Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan	11/7/2010

sadly true-hope you won!




Reviewed by Paul Berube	11/7/2010

You get an A+ both for the truthfulness within this poem and for the cleverness of the poem itself. Great job Patrick.

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