The Hills of Barona
Slot machines ticking, I'm still winning. The streak keeps rolling, The grind keeps going. I bet more and more, The cash flows more and more, The Saintsmen come more and more, We all win more and more. I bet bigger, I continue to win bigger, I bet even bigger, Now I'm ready to go bigger. I'm in my zone, More chips enter for me to throw, I am now on a throne, I can't be over thrown. Things begin to shift, The chips begin to drift, I am adrift, I need a lift. Down to a few bills, I get the thrills, Need to get over these hills, 21 gets me up like Beverly Hills. The glamor crawls back, The man is back, Whole team on his back, Everyone knows I am now back. I regain the throne, The chips are no longer alone, I am not on my own, Barona is my home. Analysis: This poem is about the thrill of gambling and the ups and downs of how gambling can destroy a man. It explains how gambling can become an addiction and the consequences of what can h...