Odds stacked against us
With each pull of the lever
A gamblers dream
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Odds stacked against us
With each pull of the lever
A gamblers dream
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gambling wages
Praying for triple sevens
The house always wins
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The wretched gather
This place of drink and of smoke
Bright lights and promise
Weeks wages folded neatly
Hidden in their Sunday best
There is no preacher
No pews, no heavenly choir
To welcome the flock
Yet hope for the future lives
In each pull, in each hand dealt
Praying for riches
To resurrect their belief
In this countries dream
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Is it hope or foolishness,
Games of chance,
One more turn of the card,
The next pull of the one armed bandit
Hit me,
Come on–triple sevens,
Changing life forever.
More often than not
The wallet ends lighter,
The heart weeps louder,
The mind is more full of regret,
Maybe next time…
Jackpot!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Societies poor
Feeding the coffers with cash
They cannot afford
All on a sliver of hope
To gamble their way to wealth
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Radiant neon,
Red, blue, green, white,
A rainbow of color,
Scorching the retina,
A sun that never sets.
Bells, whistles, catcalls, cheers,
Mixed with alcohol and cash,
Money talks,
Life savings optional.
Short skirts and translucent dresses,
Too much stuffed into too little,
Margaritas and sex,
Perfect together,
If the price is right.
On the strip…crowds,
Everyone looking to score,
Card flippers peddling porn,
Homeless looking for coin,
On more chance to turn things around,
Too bad it doesn’t work that way.
Freak show on Fremont,
Cover bands and booze,
Love beads and striptease,
Cross dressers and assless chaps,
Crowds like sardines,
Crammed to see the latest 80’s bands,
Middle aged balding groupies,
Headbanging to regain their youth,
Oh to be 50 again.
A show in itself,
Las Vegas,
There’s a reason for the saying…
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.