Come one, come all have no fear at all…
Bark the Shills of this promotional game.
Borrowing a page from Don King, they begin to sing…
The songs aimed at seducing their prey.
They place their subscription, with the Doctor of the Prescription…
To have their orders filled.
Come one, come all they continue their call…
We take all fish, big and small.
They cast their nets upon those who bet…
Like spiders weaving those internet webs.
They reel them in, on the belief they can win…
While the numbers don’t lie in this game.
Widen those spreads, and we’ll make more bread…
While the Player’s odds of winning drift further away.
However, if there should come a day, when the ball bounces your way…
You can be sure it won’t last for too long.
As you’ll be informed with regret, that you can no longer bet…
With those who do not profit from your play.
Come one, come all have no fear at all…
You cannot win at this game.
If you thought you found luck, rest assured you’ll be fvcked…
Booted…for beating them at their own game.
-SPIVE
