Las Vegas, Pigeons and Gamblers!

At the Angel Park Golf and Country Club

The pigeons sported neck scarves

Of iridescent iris, white and blue

As they hopped with expectations

Around divots in the turf,

Now filled with sand and seed

By a golfer’s hand

And side-eyed morsels with

Tilting beaks in obvious delight

Seemingly in agreement

That heaven had dropped

Here.

Pigeon’s paradise!

At the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino

The people sported lewd t-shirts

Of sexual slangs or comic twangs

As they hoped and smoked with expectations

That gurgled and beeped

As neon lights flashed numbers,

Slots filled with flashing icons

By a tycoon’s hand

Yanked and cranked handles

Seemingly in agreement

That heaven had to drop

Here.

People’s price!