Casino Life
The cigarette fog makes this world a hallucination
Sounds of electronic bells ring through the air
Smells of alcohol strong on their breath
They drink to forget they were forgotten
They talk to forget they’re alone
Confident in my world of no ambition
I walk through the oceans of lost souls
The smell of their seat seeps into my clothes
I react to their suffering with distant attachment
I pretend to pretend to care
They move and swear with brutal grace
I walk through them and past them
Feeling their anger
Feeling their sorrow and joy and love and hatred
A hundred different cultures trapped in this one
There is no honor in this place of sin
I want to leave but have no desire
We are here because we have always been
Trapped in a pool of contentment
All are lost who enter here.
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