On One Hand

What happens in Vegas

Stays in Vegas


On the other hand

What happens in Vegas

Spreads like a virus

Of 24 hour non stop

Gluttonous consumption

At infinite inflation on

All products and services

Jacking them up to new highs

Taking that attitude home with them



(If it sells for $5, sell it for $7

Or two for $ 13.99 or $14

Should you decide to donate

That .O1 cent to “charity”

Better yet to spend that

Good money on bad entertainment

For 10 minutes at a time for $10

Make that $20, got to keep people

Transferring the wealth to the wealthy

Heck, if they were at a table

Or a digital one-armed bandit

They might “win” money back

At the casino of crass consumerism

Once the corporations get that dollar

It is theirs to keep, no refunds)



With nary a reset to pause

Save in the wee hours

Where things slow a tad

In order to restock rubbish

Amidst the wailing sirens

Flashing lights, bad smells

Backup beeps of garbage trucks

Gathered crowds whilst

Stepping over passed out people

Dodging the mist of Marijuana

Every square inch

Capitalizing on consumption

All corridors between the registration

To your room are filled with restaurants

Machines, tables, gift shops, liquor stores

With automated “Jetson’s” style

Futuristic food dispensers

Need a slice of pizza at the

Cost of a whole pizza

Wait (heaven forbid) 90 seconds

Need a slice of cake

Just whip out that plastic

On a machine without a price

After all, you are now drunk and hungry

Or having had too much, don’t worry

You can “rent” concentrated oxygen to

Cure the bought and paid for hangover

Tip: drinking in moderation doesn’t cause hangovers

Never mind that…..Every square inch is hell bent on

Capitalizing on consumption

If you are awake but asleep, you are consuming

At exorbitant prices that make no sense, save being

A captive audience with shitty transportation options




On the third hand, and a much more positive note

It appeared as though all of the human races

Were all getting along and intermingling happily

Too drunk or stoned to remember their prejudices

Unfortunately, when not seeking financial gain

Through some oddless luck of the draw

They were buying some useless shit that if

For not being in Vegas would never buy ever

Let alone a “souvenir” cup they just threw out



I wonder with the music blaring so loud

From every corner inside and outside

If they were to loop a Nirvana song reflecting

That their mind and wallet are being violated

That anyone would stop and go home

“Rape Me”

“Rape me
Rape me, my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I’m not the only one, ah-ah
I’m not the only one, ah-ah
I’m not the only one, ah-ah
I’m not the only one

Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me, my friend

I’m not the only one, ah-ah
I’m not the only one, ah-ah
I’m not the only one, ah-ah
I’m not the only one. “

– Nirvana


My guess is probably not

There is a “chance” they might go home rich

Having arrived in a $20,000.⁰⁰ car and

Going home in a $200,000.⁰⁰ Greyhound bus



“I write to expunge the darkness so
That someday light may shine through”


– Angelo Devlin