Las Vegas my friend - or where you ever that?

My friend Las Vegas, what happened to you? I know its been a while since my last visit and we have never really been very close from the start (too many differences, I sup pose), but now that I have seen you again I am in awe over how much you have changed. I remember your shine and glamor most of all, your ever too busy live to stand still to talk to me, your VIP status in the rest of the world, your dirty underbelly of which you always have been proud of and I could not otherwise but give you my respect for. My eyes were sore this last weekend seeing what is happening to you and I had no idea how much you were hurting. Where have all your beautiful friends gone? Where has your glitter and glamor gone? What have you done to your staff, your true supporters who now only looked at me stale and lifeless at the bar entrance or on the hotel floor. The smiles are gone the twirls are gone. I even had a thought of doubt over the real human kind in them altogether and that you may have replaced them with automatic robotic dolls instead, wearing faded color costumes. Who knows what you are capable of, when you are the master magician over all things unreal and illusion-airy. I came to enjoy your company and to dip into your magic of endless creation with no boundaries and what I found in the end is that you failed and that you are falling. The hungry villains have now moved in and taken you over. I came and found myself witnessing a feast of all obesity in this country concentrated in one place with drooling mouths at the never ending all you can eat buffet (I never did like the buffet). I came and found myself observing that what we used to call dance has been replaced by endless grinds of body parts in creation of floods of sweat, dripping freely into the grounds, feeding your new thirst for pennies during your economic fast. I am sure you miss the smell of dollars and the taste of gold coins. I know I did in the last three days. And all there was is now no more, leaving you high and dry, lifeless and dusty, stale and cheap, abandoned and poor. I feel for you and yet I feel it is your own destiny to be where you are now, so low, so stale. It is a good bye for me for good or a good bye for a long time at least, until you have recovered. Maybe, just maybe then I can return and hug you again and find some satisfaction for my needs as well. But that would require for you to have learned something new.