Caren Krutsinger Poet Light Verse

Being a Cage Manager In Las Vegas

They came to get me 
Because I was the cage manager
But what did I have to do with it?
No one else can coax her, they said.

This is Las Vegas
Everyone has people skills here!
I run to the slot machines to help.
She is moving, I tell them

They all watch,
She takes a laborious breath.
Moves less than a centimenter
But movement no less

Why do they always come for me?
Am I the only one whose eyes are keen enough
To know that the sloth who refused to move
Is finally getting off the slot machine?

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Rhona Mcferran April 10, 2019 at 12:08 AM "the sloth who refused to move" Hahahaha! Apt description for the glaze-eyed stupor those places produce.... Very evocative- Love it!! ;D Rhona Mcferran April 10, 2019 at 12:52 AM "mechanical monkeys"- hahahaha! Yes, they do!! Caren Krutsinger April 10, 2019 at 12:25 AM I always feel these people look like mechanical monkeys.

Mahtab Bangalee April 8, 2019 at 5:47 AM they come, come to helpful hand and heart Caren Krutsinger April 8, 2019 at 8:23 AM Have you been to Las Vegas? Nothing more un-real. Fantasy land.