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
- Im from the PNW Seattle, Washington area. Grew up one hour away, due North, in Tualco Valley. I didnt ever travel too far away from the Valley, as I didnt need to, as Life in Tualco Valley, seems to have always intrigued me. As I watch the Valley, I notice the changes, and I develop many reasons, and thoughts, throughout the Seasons. I think about Life, Nature, the Animals, and us Humans, and I write Poems of my experiences, and of my observations. Thanks and enjoy reading my Poems . . . D.M. Beebe
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