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What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas

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.

The Fox and Rabbit (A Parable)

By D. R. DiFrancesco

To keep the fox at bay

You scurry down the rabbit hole

Hiding behind your harvest of vegetables and fruits

A feeble attempt to prolong your existence

The fox is patient this much is true

Cunning and hunger are his advantage

Scared and indecisive you ponder what to do

“I’ve got it!” – you say

Thinking you can outsmart the fox

The fox waits, patient and quiet

You feign courage

Hopping from behind the store

Nose twitching and wriggling

You try to catch his scent

But the fox is clever and hides

You crawl out of your rabbit hole

Thinking, “If I’m fast he won’t catch me.”

As you hop out, the fox pounces

Your world goes dark.

The fox smiles, satisfied

He has done what nature intended

Hiding in your rabbit hole

With your horde of foodstuffs for protection

And still…

Greed and boastfulness could not save you.

With Privilege Comes Corruption

Think about this often

How petty we have become

Money, power, the big house; is this really important?

Money distorts,

Power corrupts,

The big house…a symbol of unnecessary opulence.

Those of unlike kind are frowned upon,

Lazy,

Bloodsuckers,

A drain on the system,

Is this what we have become?

Those with means holding us hostage,

Our station in life seals our fate,

Threatening to exterminate ones less fortunate,

All in the name of progressing their adgenda.

Civility and compassion tossed aside like so many feathers to the wind,

Cast out as unimportant,

So unnecessary in this capitalist system,

The needs of the few eclipse those of the many.

Talking heads and bureaucrats tow the line,

Telling us that this is our foundation,

Lies and deceit disguise their motives,

Their pockets lined with fools gold.

Still they profit at societies expense,

And we buy in to the hollow rhetoric,

Smiling and clapping as they spew their bile,

Blind to the parade marching to it’s own demise.

Our representation sold for profit,

With wealth comes power and the rise of aristocracy,

This was not the proclivity of our fathers,

Yet we watch it happen with hardly a noise.

Is this what is desired or desirable?

It can’t be…it mustn’t be our expectation,

Like mice we scurry away from that which is distasteful,

Rise up, speak up, demand your just due,

Tenacity in numbers can rejuvenate our future,

Forcing the tyrants to bow to our intentions.