What Is This Vegas City? Poem by Ravi Kopra

What is this Vegas city?
It looks like a sex exhibition to me.
Wherever I throw a glance
I hardly miss a half naked lady
prancing around on high heals
on brightly lit boulevards.

Huge tv displays selling tvs
phones, cars, furs, luxuries
vacations, cleaners, creams
and for men, escort company.

And in every restroom
in every casino in the city,
machines selling condoms mostly
large size, in all colors and
shapes, plain, rough, stripped

With tips or no tips, lubricated
dry and too the fluorescent ones
in case after your heavy sin
you forget where your peter is
and has hard time finding it.