Mothball

Two dollars down on luck and
two in the bank.
I'll cut it quits but there is a reason,
I can't remember why,
but it calls,
no, no, no.

So the game,
as strange and lurid
as it is,
must continue beyond
any-body's wills.

It can only end two ways but
seeing as the house gets a cut
only one.
Get used to enjoying it.

Track marks on the tranny
don't mind me if
it got another offer
on the table.

But what you want;
the power-fuck-ball
is what you came for.

Throw the plan away
or follow it exactly.

It still isn't working
(and wont)
I'm still not working
(but might)
in order to restore
order.

Things might become
a little more
succinct.