In the city that never sleeps... <br />Gambling can rob money from losers who continuelly weeps. <br />In the city with crime so high... <br />It's too big as filled with many a lie. <br />When they lose their back shed shirts... <br />Knowing more how bad it hurts. <br />Hookers and pimp sheets fill the streets... <br />Wanting their john's money spent t'ween their sheets. <br />Desert arid with mountain sides... <br />Many men walk away naked inside a barrel. <br />These barreled men have not anything to show that cleanly hides... <br />Show girls and big hotel casino's on the Las Vegas strip. <br />Makes more travel to here a more tempting one trip... <br />Slot machines roll their bells and lemons and sevens. <br />Carrot Topp displays his jovial get ups and jokes... <br />He'll probably remain far away from Angel's high up in the Heavens. <br />Poker is now the big craze on line... <br />That's all right for others, without it i'm totally fine. <br />Powerball lottery numbers do i usually bi-weekly buy... <br />I'll probably not win before i die. <br />It's kinda poor that i'll head to my grave... <br />Buying up a lotta tickets is today's newest rave. <br /> <br /> (The lottery was not passed in Oklahoma until most recently <br /> probably a year ago) .<br /><br />Michael Gale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-this-big-city-that-never-sleeps-money-goes-an/
