Las Vegas

the glimmering jewel with no conscience,
the place people seek to run from their problems,
to flee themselves.
a den of heathens, a kingdom
where one’s flaws, sins, and transgressions
are minimized, are trivialized,
by this iniquitous hedonopolis.
with money, motive, and mobility,
no sinner is too large or too evil for this modern babylon.
to cross lines normally unthinkable to cross is the lure:
no guilt, no reason, no excuse.
the perfect city to visit
if one be dishonest with him- or herself,
because guilt, to survive, needs a conscience.


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