Strangers on the Strip exchange glances
while they nightdream of Lady Luck
and her fortuitous presence:
A Ferrari lifestyle on a Ford budget,
An life preserver from the rip currents of debt,
Overnight love and a $50 wedding,
High-stakes lust in the city of Sin.
College kids pose for digital approval
as the Strip continues to crack its whip,
shuffling life up and down its corporate streets.
The slap of brothel cards
against the palms of transients
pairs nicely with a yardstick full of shitty booze,
three feet of bad decisions.
Before you know it, you’ve hit the jackpot:
Overdraft fees, monumental hangovers, STDs.
Ain’t that a kick in the head?
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 