Las Vegas

I walked down a steep valley
In order to get to the city
That was at the bottom of the hill:
A city where spices and mur
Do tally into the average
Vegasite's opinion of the
Other's person:
The prostitution,
The noise pollution,
The screeching sounds of Tom Jones
And Wayne Newton vocalizing to
Over-the-hill old women that are,
In all probability, retired prostitutes.
But then, after viewing and listening
To all the raucous activities,
I wiped my eyes and dug the sand from my ears.
Something compelled me to leave Las Vegas
Before the day of reckoning occurs.