Walking the strip
As though I were a pinball
In a giant arcade game.
Showgirls posing,
Gamblers jostling
With over-sized flasks
Hanging around their necks.
The streets are festooned
With picture cards,
As numerous as confetti,
Advertising all the pleasures
And prices of escorts.
Vegas, Baby?
Keep it there,
Not here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds incredibly jaw dropping and would love the excitement just to see it. Thank You