It is so hot

Candle flame held one inch below the feet

Attic insulation stuffed down the throat

Sulfuric acid bath on the te-te’s

A microwave oven heating an overheated gray sponge in the think tank

Hot

I am a grown man and chose to live here in this insufferable shithole stank ass hell

WHY

I don’t gamble or whore.

I don’t methanate or do real estate

The school systems broken as a crack head on Sunday morning and the only green is tortured from the landscape

WHY

I’m like the gimp, tethered in my box, ball gag choking back the witness, sting of the whip akin with the

Hot desert wind

Transient people try to take you for a dime or worse to

Blend you to their falsehoods yet

Still I stay

Addicted to her funk

High on the limitlessness of her imagination

Vegas is so Hot

HOT and sultry like

Wet caramel dripping on your cone like

Sugar melting in your latte like

Fire in your soul

My roots too deep to pull out now

Gotta hang for the pension and the kids gone way to school

Gotta stick around and watch the deficits get harried by self important royal family members whose

Only job is politics

Gotta be there for the hope of a hope of a hope that the gamble on this dusty place will pay off and not strip me naked and bare like the rest of the Suckers

Gotta play to win

Odds are a funny thing

They tend to favor the winners

Most who wear suits and sit in air conditioned back rooms in billion dollar casinos or

Maybe its those who roll around this place caring enough about it to risk our very lives for it

Guess it remains to be seen

This gamble I have taken

I have love for my childhood here

Out in the hotel pools and the awesome cool of Vegas but we seemed to be headed for celebrity only and bottle service so it may be time for my soul to find new roots in

San Diego

 

 

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