Truth-less Daze (Gambling Daze, part 3). A poem.

She liked responsibility— it gave her credibility, a way to cover erstwhile tracks, unpaid bills and missing goods; her lies falling on naive ears, infallible fallibility. The pawnshop, her best friend (other than the pokies, that is), until she learned that dud cheques worked just as well except they caught up in the end. So,Continue reading “Truth-less Daze (Gambling Daze, part 3). A poem.”