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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!

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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.