Vegas, baby

The scene is stale,
but the faces are fresh.
 
The lies are weak,
but the drinks are strong.
 
The stars are dim,
but the lights are bright.
 
The quiet is music,
but the music never quiets.
 
The locals are withered,
but the tourists are lush.
 
The money is lost,
but the gamblers are "winning."
 
The high is a lady,
but the hangover’s a bitch.
 
The guilt is a secret,
but the discretion is advertised.
 
The sin is real,
but the pleasure is fake.
 
This city is alive,
but I’ve never felt more dead.