The Casino Conspiracy Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Dungeon you are called to serve them
Felony in the city can be a cure for anybody
Reason sometimes cannot be human
yet sure it will come
For a man to stand
and seek his life left along the way
Chose to live for the new day
in the where you’re a prisoner of crime
While map each direction to forge
and play new crime
Going through that big and elegant Benedicts’
Ensnared by one ace
holding the clock of Las Vegas
And molding the monsters of his kind
Ticktack it started each should play the trick
Against the music but every body should dance
And step by step who knows
be the next the victim of the mind
Of the Oceans’ eleven who tear each card
For the riches is not enough
but take the heart as the award.