Pinball Machinery
Hotdawg, they done got to me through another one! Ice picked through the glass like it was the last block of ice at the wedding, people are sweating. I outta sniff a line of glass that is bestowed in front of me, feel what the poor machinery is feeling. This a war crime, a war crime done to something that was around when war hasn’t ended. It’s the fifth repair, i’m aware that people will dare to do it again. Fuck this pizzaria location, it gets no business and they act like what happened was none of their business. It happened in their establishment, on their soil and yet it’s none of their business? I should hire a bum to slip & slide into the broken glass that still lays then sue on his behalf. It’s not like i’m asking where is their proper licenses to make pizzas, I ain’t gone send them back to the motherland if they don’t comply. The motherland must be the loading docks for these people, I don’t really know where they are from. I don’t really ask questions but I will now and they should start too. I pick the pizzeria locations because the bar locations suck, they can’t hold their liquor and their urine surprisingly. Shoving bottle caps into the coin slot, those drunkards wouldn’t quit with that after the first try. For fuck’s sake, they done finger fucked the pinball machinery for all it’s got! It was supposed to be a bucket full of nickels, dimes, quarters, and silver dollars. Hard earned coins, this machinery made its bones with all that flickering and flashing. I tell ya, I suspect a culprit that is behind this. It has to be the money men, the damn metropolitan politicians don’t like it when you getting money without them. Complaining about this poor ole pinball machinery being thieves to the chump change carrying children. Their nickel and dimes ain’t hard earned, unless you got something to say Mr. Metropolitan Politician? Don’t tell me you got these chump change carrying children working hard under the noses of society. You ain’t god buddy, you must respect these child labor laws! I’m not running no gambling ring, this isn’t Grambling state universities’ athletic facility with it’s chances with children’s health. There’s actual people gambling elsewhere in this metropolitan but you corner the fella that brings entertainment to the people. They took street kickball away after a car hit some kid, what the fuck else are they supposed to do? It’s the parents that give these creatures the change, they are the true gamblers. People who give other people unearned money are the true gamblers but there’s levels to it, a sliver of it in the back of the head like a recover addict or full frontal lobe of addiction. You’re taking a chance on this person, hoping they spend the money wisely. Whether it’s a quarter to charity or grandma with the christmas money, spend that money wisely so they can get this sensational return. Playfield is all field, backbox got a hunchback, flippers sound like zippers, bumpers just move out the way, kickers missing shins, targets are out of range, the holes are gaping, spinner is now a swinger, gates is open, ramps need stamps of approval by the city, backglass is a waterfall if the water fell, and balls taken like a dog. I’m gonna catch that fella in his track and shove this plunger where it puckers. The cabinet is all shived up, no kid could have done this. Only an adult with strong hands like Liberace could have, this ring indent on the cabinet is sure gonna send me crying all the way to the bank!