Bugsy's dream Operatic fountains synchronized streams
Dead music legends interpreted by cirque
glamour the eyes neon and distractions
gangster's paradise
imploded and expanded stars in the sky out shined by fluorescent sands
desert roads in summer throes
craps and snake eyes
piercingly like void venom artifice and slots easy as swallowing shots
life: a machination of mannequins
electric pulse of a new heart
as mob money mobs sincerely catering service champagne rooms
since greed barely sleeps
and lust is always hungry... it be only history now viral and industry
sin city
once only an idea, a peanut
from - y'know - "like whoa! what the frank??..."
but gotta hand it
the business took legit crooks, stashing books, making whoop...
dream getaways by blue moons
in blue pools
privacy like freedom is a pension crap toss
EXPENSIVE...
where those blind to consequence
can witness
(convertible caddy)
the highway to losing grace seeing is half believing when gambling
feels like a game, and the surroundings
rarely change.
Where the indifferent ego
Idled by self
becomes a parasitic pretender
talented liar
actor to some... walking among
the vapid vehemency of true victors & kings
brilliantly glamourized
in billboard lights
numbingly blinking hypno hyper active analogues
of high def diminishment
of common folly logic
displacia of senses
fairy-dust of forgetting (in a Benjamin straw)
duty discarded
familial responsibility a hollow weight
a close second to desperations
the hustle was once a dance
the true crime and you
metro and the fool
willing food flash floods and tour buses full
just to be had
gangster pimped out a city
called it "the table"
dubbed by sin
stole some cash
catering to our vices / service entrance in the back
"What happened in vegas...?"
some call it being had ...
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
Bugsy's dream Operatic fountains synchronized streams
Dead music legends interpreted by cirque
glamour the eyes neon and distractions
gangster's paradise
imploded and expanded stars in the sky out shined by fluorescent sands
desert roads in summer throes
craps and snake eyes
piercingly like void venom artifice and slots easy as swallowing shots
life: a machination of mannequins
electric pulse of a new heart
as mob money mobs sincerely catering service champagne rooms
since greed barely sleeps
and lust is always hungry... it be only history now viral and industry
sin city
once only an idea, a peanut
from - y'know - "like whoa! what the frank??..."
but gotta hand it
the business took legit crooks, stashing books, making whoop...
dream getaways by blue moons
in blue pools
privacy like freedom is a pension crap toss
EXPENSIVE...
where those blind to consequence
can witness
(convertible caddy)
the highway to losing grace seeing is half believing when gambling
feels like a game, and the surroundings
rarely change.
Where the indifferent ego
Idled by self
becomes a parasitic pretender
talented liar
actor to some... walking among
the vapid vehemency of true victors & kings
brilliantly glamourized
in billboard lights
numbingly blinking hypno hyper active analogues
of high def diminishment
of common folly logic
displacia of senses
fairy-dust of forgetting (in a Benjamin straw)
duty discarded
familial responsibility a hollow weight
a close second to desperations
the hustle was once a dance
the true crime and you
metro and the fool
willing food flash floods and tour buses full
just to be had
gangster pimped out a city
called it "the table"
dubbed by sin
stole some cash
catering to our vices / service entrance in the back
"What happened in vegas...?"
some call it being had ...
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