Roll the dice, spin
the wheel, cards are being dealt.
Close your eyes!
Place your bets! If doubt still lingers,
Spit on your hat and
then cross your fingers.
What’s that sound? Is
it milk being spilt?
The prime minister’s
become our dealer,
His cabinet trying to
fix the game,
So if the house loses
he’s not to blame
For playing the trump
as a loser.
In the Intensive Care
Casinos,
Where the croupiers
are playing dice with death,
Desperate punters try
to win back their breath
As the jackpot of
victims grows and grows.
When it’s life or
death on a roulette ball,
Do you trust, the
doctor’s or the gambler’s call?
Dave Alton
