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"Oh Vegas": a poem by Dayvid Figler

This is a trio of enigmatic Vegas prose-poem riffs posted recently by Dayvid Jann Figler, well-known attorney and poet, on his Facebook page. We've gathered them here as a public service.

 

Oh Vegas. You cesspool. You circle jerk. You dreamer schemer. Legacy seeker on quicksand. Fearful of questions. Build! Sparkle! Burn!

Oh Vegas. You swank jacuzzi. You adept ducker. You bipolar preacher. Mad plans. Remember the Alamo. Screw the haters. Reflect! Project! Tan!

Oh Vegas. The real dealer mucks demons. Short stack is a bitter breakfast. The sky is the limit in a no-limit game. Go home. You're drunk.

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