Vegas

Is it zumanity or humanity to explore the sensual libations

An indulgent paradise prying into the carnival of carnal pleasures?

High above the stratosphere

The strip will tease

With illusions and delusions of grandeur.

The slots will awaken and shed your temptations of inhibitions

Groveling in the innocence of lipstick smears and merging breasts.

Young women taught to put on the burlesque breath

A pilfering headdress upon succulent skewers

To taunter  in the smoke-filled pupils of desperation and lust

At the risk of the aging players hand.

Masques are masked in frolics of glistening chandeliers

While the crazy horse peeps upon the Paris Colosseum.

Crowds pressed in as butterflies flitting about

Looking for nowhere in particular but everywhere

Sweltering heat, children drag on, forced to face the immersion of platitude.

Minstrels on streets seeking to devour, to promulgate

Finding themselves aside the pillars of bridges

Hands placed strategically begging for mercy.

Here the baubled come to play

In smoke-filled cabarets

With sinister bunnies and doves flying into rafters.

While cabbies become junkies

Their dreams crumbling before them,

Foreclosures emerging highest in the nation.

What can be learned from this smattering of matters?

An oasis found in the land of drunkenness and excess

Each yearning to place that final penny

Searching for the land of plenty

Only to find it doesn't exist.

(This isn't my personal experience of Vegas...but I looked beyond my rose colored glasses.)