I’ve tried to make my choices
From a pool with oxygen
But a social invitation
Took me to the stagnant end
Come and go to bingo
Cause on Monday you are off
It sounded oh so innocent
Couldn’t count the final cost
First time was in October
O seven was the year
Before the year was over
Winning hooked me, it was clear
Several thousand in my pocket
Made my ego swell
Now when six o’clock approaches
It sends my systems all to hell
Pressure mounts inside me
It’s my chest that feels the strain
I reflect on economics
And think of disappearing change
In defense of this new habit
It stirs the mind awake
Eye, ear, mind coordination
Three systems left without a break
From time to time I challenge them
Giving them much to much to do
But am crucified in my losses
By a conservative attitude
The only saving grace
As far as I can see
Is the time it oft provides
To write my poetry
From a metaphysical perspective
I’ve tried to cheat the fates
Can mind dominate mere matter?
I try to practice as I play
I can, I can, I know I can
Napoleon hill would be so proud
But my losses prove so differently
The mind chatter is so loud
The one thing that I covet
And am losing all the while
The time it takes to number dab
Neglected work just seems to pile
If addictions could be rated
I’m sure there’s many worse
But the conflict that I live with
Lives in me like a curse
In final desperation
Tried to smudge my aura clean
But when bingo time approaches
My effort doesn’t mean a thing
Is it my poetry that calls me
The only time I will allow
An hour might appease it
Perhaps I’ll test those waters now
9/1/08
Tag: Philosophy
