Vegas take us
to the Promised Sand.
There, sun dries the minds
And greens money,
Though not for many.
There, you will see Luxury
or listen to an adagio by Lake Bellagio.
There, Venice has a painted sky
and Caesar hasn't ceased to cast dice.
There, things are real
and truth is a Mirage.
And there your anguish drear
will soar into the Stratosfear.
A post global warming town
