We may not do scratch-offs,
or play the “Pick 5”.
But every addict is a gambler,
Gambling with their lives.

There’s no chips involved,
No minimum bet.
We play with our souls,
We wage our regret.

Will this be the bag,
that gets you high?
Or is this the time,
you finally die?

Time with your loved ones,
is in the pot.
Maybe you’ll win,
with this next shot!

A free trip to jail,
for the rest of your life!
Just take a chance,
and roll the dice!

Your family will leave,
unless you end this charade.
Ten to one?
I like those odds!

So we take another hit,
we do another line.
“I bet they won’t leave,
just like last time.”

Will I get an empty bag?
Will the rocks be salt?
Even if you lose,
It’s never your fault.

The game was rigged!
The dealer’s a liar!
It’s all on them,
if you don’t get higher.

Whether its cards in your hand,
or a needle in your vein,
we all find something,
that takes away the pain.

There are no winners,
when you play with drugs and booze.
But gamblers don’t gamble to win,
Gamblers gamble to lose.

“The Gamble”
-Matty Jablonsky