FRUIT-MACHINE

The lads relentlessly spin the fruit,
in a vain attempt to win the loot,
abandon the machine-give it the boot,
and off to a kebab, shop we should scoot.

Sorry dude,
don't mean to be rude,
I'm just not in the mood,
I just want to go and get some food!

Dont want to be mean,
but its not my scene,
I cant pretend to be keen,
about losing quids in a fruit machine.

I'm not going to hold a grudge,
but lads you just will not budge,
saying; "hold on, got another 'nudge'..."
wasting money, but who am I to judge?

Fair play, they've won £30, can I borrow some cash?
I tip my cigarette, trainer covered in ash,
as I stagger to go for a slash,
I should've stayed in, not gone out on the lash!