The Wheel

Some play roulette
And regret
Nought until they choose
To lose
All on the wheel,
That can not feel

Others choose
To lose
All and fall
For a good time girl.

The wheel
Will whirl
And they feel
The thrill of sin.

Some poets spin
A rhyme
About a good time
Girl and the roulette
Wheel that goes round
In circles of regret.
But ’tis nothing profound.