In Vegas, a license plate on a billboard displays: NO1WINS. This poem is an ode to those who spent their summer in the Sin City and went home with lighter pockets!
Day 5 in las vegas
burned out, bummed down
If you do not run home for escape
deluge like the breaking of Hoover Dam
the very blood that flowed and gave life to a dead desert
the dead desert will taketh your life away
Day 5 in las vegas
how do you define greed?
first fight a losing battle
then score a few punches
Come back and lose your teeth
all for the overrated story of thrill and fun
Day 5 in las vegas
Man’s ultimate quest for financial wealth
ends here.
but Man, there’s an awful lot of good looking girls!
you can’t take them home, says my friend
Joey Bag O’ Donuts?
he comes to las vegas with one nice suit but broke
he leaves with one nice suit and in debt
no Showgirl in tow.
Day 5 in las vegas
Been here and done that so many times
yet the concept stays the same
My question never gets an answer.
Why? why come back?
is it the Glitz? Topless showgirls and circus acts?
millions of machines milking your pocket?
hundreds of Chinese food to pick on?
a new resort to watch out for every eighteen months?
All the lights and sounds and expensive things to buy.
Day 5 in las vegas
burned out and bummed down.
I’m going downstairs to the Wet Republic.
Wear my metallic bathing suit
Walk on the Strip
I may be broke like all the rest that leave the town.
but like all the rest that leave the town
I’m-a get my groove on.
