Just Something For Kev
Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:45 pm
FOR THOSE WHO WEREN’T PAYING THE PIPER
I had a mate named Kevin, and crikey, he was a laugh,
The eternal, bloody optimist, who never did things by half;
“You never know when your Ship’ll come in!” was my mate Kevin’s motto,
And he’d sit with his family Saturday nights with ten tickets in Tattslotto.
But he never did win, though he didn’t care, it was only pitence spent,
Until he found the Pokier Machines, brought in by the Government;
And he cracked a four hundred buck jackpot, the first machine he jumped on
Then ‘Bingo’ the gambling bug bit him and poor old Kevin was gone.
He lost his wife and children, he lost his house and car
And he lost his friends, all except for the bloke at the pokies bar;
His eyes fixed onto that rolling screen, was all that really mattered,
As he sat there broke, and jobless, his clothes no more than tattered.
But Kevin doesn’t play the Pokies no more, we buried him, ‘cause he was dead,
We found him lying in a pool of blood, where he’d shot himself in the head,
I know this story has rolled downhill and is sounding gruesome and grim
But all the time he’d been playing the Pokies ---------------------
---------------The Pokies had been playing him.
© Neil McArthur 2011
I had a mate named Kevin, and crikey, he was a laugh,
The eternal, bloody optimist, who never did things by half;
“You never know when your Ship’ll come in!” was my mate Kevin’s motto,
And he’d sit with his family Saturday nights with ten tickets in Tattslotto.
But he never did win, though he didn’t care, it was only pitence spent,
Until he found the Pokier Machines, brought in by the Government;
And he cracked a four hundred buck jackpot, the first machine he jumped on
Then ‘Bingo’ the gambling bug bit him and poor old Kevin was gone.
He lost his wife and children, he lost his house and car
And he lost his friends, all except for the bloke at the pokies bar;
His eyes fixed onto that rolling screen, was all that really mattered,
As he sat there broke, and jobless, his clothes no more than tattered.
But Kevin doesn’t play the Pokies no more, we buried him, ‘cause he was dead,
We found him lying in a pool of blood, where he’d shot himself in the head,
I know this story has rolled downhill and is sounding gruesome and grim
But all the time he’d been playing the Pokies ---------------------
---------------The Pokies had been playing him.
© Neil McArthur 2011
