Las Vegas, what a hedonistic waste of us,
Humanity at its worst, the city must be cursed.
Sin City, desolate hot wasteland of no integrity, mercy, or pity.
Strike it rich, lucky seven, put it all on red, big jackpot,
With hard earned paychecks fortures are sought, but never bought.
Sex, drugs, alcohol, gambling,
Degradation, desperation, dangerous, hustling and bustling.
Loud music and bright lights try to mask the reality,
That underneath it all is a bad element of human mentality.
Is this what would become of society if given the option ?
Sacrifice it all and sell your morals at the auction.
Ethics only exist inside the casinos bank vaults,
Risk everything and go crazy because in Vegas Baby there are no faults.
People voluntarily fly into the middle of the playground, hells desert,
Ignoring the heat wave as their sensory overload hides the dehydration alert.
Hard core addictions, religious predictions, in this case just might be true ?
Just think if no electricity or water, Sodom and Gomorrah's caos would surely ensue.
D. Matthew Beebe
About Me
- mattbeebepoems
- Sometimes, I just need to go for a bicycle ride, on my Schwinn Cruiser, around the Loop Road, Rainclouds or Sunshine. And sometimes, when Lifes circumstances prevents me, I do it anyway, with Windy thoughts peddling circles in my mind. I am D.M. Beebe . . . Born July 07, 1967 in Seattle, Wa. Sprouted one hour away, due North East, in the fertile Tualco Valley. I didnt really ever go too far away from the Valley, as I didn’t need to. As Life in Tualco Valley, seems to have always intrigued me. As I pay attention to the Valley, I do notice the slight changes every day. Throughout the 4 Seasons, within the Valleys full Spectrum, Rainbow array. When I watch, and when I pay attention, I develop many reasons. To have many thoughts about Life, throughout my Lifes Seasons. So I think about Life, and about Nature, and Plants and Animals, and Humans. And how it unfolds, within my mind, and my thoughts, and my insights. And so I write Story Poems of my Lifes experiences, and of my observations. And so I go forth, to reveal my conclusions, of my slightly insane perceptions. Thank You for reading my Poems . . . D.M. Beebe
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