*****A night at Atlantic City*****

On a table I sit,
Passing time away,
Giving myself a treat,
Flickering, my clay chip.

Hard to concentrate,
With the constant,
Ringing,
Of the one amr bandits.

Dipping into the well,
Wondering,
If I am, going to hell,
Peeking at my cards,
Flickering my clay chips.

My pockets are getting deeper,
Unable to reach,
To keep the richer, rich
Peeking at my cards,
Flickering my clay chips.

Hoping for a good hand,
So I can make, a grand stand,
I wonder if my vic,
Will ever understand.

Sqeezing out, an ace of heart,
A king of hearts,
A queen of hearts,
Squeezing a jack of hearts,
squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.

Squeezing, peeking at my cards,
Flickering my clay chips,
When I squeezed out,
A duce of hearts.

I was denied my royal,
Flushing out insted,
It's six o'clock, in the morning,
Time to go to bed.

By: William Bonilla......5/21/02