Strangers on the Strip exchange glances
while they nightdream of Lady Luck
and her fortuitous presence:
A Ferrari lifestyle on a Ford budget,
An escape from the rip currents of debt,
Overnight love and a $50 wedding,
DeSadian levels of lust.
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,
a margarita 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?