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SONNETS to The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino Slot Machine

Part I

Some call thee square – Alas! Not so! How WRONG,
say I of thee in gold and silver trim,
thy stiffened staff, hard looking for them, LONG
erectile state awaiting HER or HIM

to thrust inside thy eager, hungry slot
what treasures they amassed not from their loins
but hard and hot from in their pants their lot
of sticky, silver, thin but precious coins.

With shaking hands they grasp thy sturdy pole
and pull thee downward towards their hips
whilst spinning fruity icons – watch them roll
and stop unmatched, vile curses from their lips.

They stare at thee with hatred and disdain
though reach within to feed thee coins again.

Part II

Some call thee Bandit or a One-armed thief;
I see thee more an earnest, thrifty friend
who gives and takes in moments, hasty, brief,
what gamblers offer thee for their relief.

Thou look’st upon them not with love nor hate
but offer great rewards if they persist
and feed thy hunger by the hand of Fate,
some winning while the masses closely missed.

Thy great reward for those who, patient, count
with rhythm all thy possibilities,
thou grantest an inordinate amount
as compensation, great amenities.

Thy name shall live no more in infamy
as I behold thee mine etrnally.

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