Tuesday, July 18, 2006
My Haiku for Las Vegas
Las Vegas
You hurt me so badly
I hate you
OK, so maybe it's not a haiku, but you get the gist. I don't even know why I think it's fun. Vegas is like a woman breathing hotly down your neck, then suddenly she takes all your money. And she keeps breathing, and you keep losing to her, and you go to the ATM, but have exceeded your daily limit, and you think of your options.
Those are never good options. But she keeps breathing hotly down your neck, and you're kinda drunk by now, so the taking of your money no longer sounds like a bad thing. It sounds like a necessary evil, to engage in this privilege. And that's when things really go wrong.
I'm never going back to that treacherous chanteuse, Las Vegas, again.
Au revoir, blackjack.
You hurt me so badly
I hate you
OK, so maybe it's not a haiku, but you get the gist. I don't even know why I think it's fun. Vegas is like a woman breathing hotly down your neck, then suddenly she takes all your money. And she keeps breathing, and you keep losing to her, and you go to the ATM, but have exceeded your daily limit, and you think of your options.
Those are never good options. But she keeps breathing hotly down your neck, and you're kinda drunk by now, so the taking of your money no longer sounds like a bad thing. It sounds like a necessary evil, to engage in this privilege. And that's when things really go wrong.
I'm never going back to that treacherous chanteuse, Las Vegas, again.
Au revoir, blackjack.
# posted by Dr. Gloom @ 10:06 PM 
