O Las Vegas!

O Las Vegas is a miracle land!
It's in many ways an adult's playground:
Of bright neon lights and pink Cadillacs;
Of constant gambling and casual sex.
Casinos are windowless and lack clocks.
Time has no meaning here. Indeed, it stops.
A spurious eternity pervades
Everything, as obese Elvis Presley
Clones play out diamond studded parodies.
Post- modern buildings are such garish sights.
They aim to feed popular appetites.
They cross-fertilise high and low, old and
New, in such a way that few understand.
Such a bewildering mix is designed
To dull consciousness and leave one half-blind.
Just like Christ was tempted in the desert,
By Satan, this place attempts to pervert
All that we hold as virtuous and good.
Like drugs or alcohol, it stirs the blood.
But one must come down after contrived highs.
And then, alone, one must face dreadful night.
For often Lady Luck abandons you,
When you most need it, that's certainly true.