Casino Thoughts

casino thoughts Sitting in a casino of the damned Somewhere on the Las Vegas Strip Playing the slots Watching the crowd go wild Watching the machines watching me Drinking the free drinks of the damned 20 drinks too sober And the gamblers on the gaming tables Gambling away their fortune Throwing money away In hopes of the payoff That somehow never comes The pure decadent spectacle The fake this and fake that Phony this phony that False New York Paris in Vegas Venetian canals, Roman forum MGM Grand Lions All fake, all phony All deliciously decadent The noise The scantily clad waitresses The men ogling the women The women ogling back at them The scent of wild decadence Bad craziness in the air The music – the lounge music from hell The constant sound Of money exchanging hands It all overwhelms me And I must sit down And drink my reality drink Drink it down and dirty As I continue To feed the hungry, greedy machines Made in a workshop in hell No doubt with child or slave labor Imported from the third world All my money Is sucked into it These machines from hell The beast from revelation appears Stands revealed in his hideous glorious beauty Conducting this mad scene And I am consumed by the greed And the frenzy takes over me All I want All I need All I desire Is one more chance One more shot I scream At the utterly unfeeling monsters That ate my money And chewed up my soul And I know The worst drug of all Is the gambling fever The gold bugs I would sell my soul If I had one left For a chance At the jackpot of life Instead, I am reduced To a pathetic broken down loser Watching the world and Elvis Pass him by Viva Las Vegas Imperial God of the American Dream Goddess of the American Nightmare Published in former people journal