In honor of the weirdest week in one of the weirdest Cities in this country in a very long time I have written a poem in lieu of this weeks blog.

From the woman who had enough of her husbands BS and knocked him nearly out to the Halloween Angel who advertised her services to a crew of angry Dwarfs with her family just out of earshot. . .. . ..to the thief who was seen stealing pieces of Halloween costumes for .work??????? It was a long long week. Here is this weeks Halloween missive. This missive is dedicated to the drug dealer who rented a room with a phony credit card at a local hotel and then filled it with his crack smoking customers… It is dedicated to the host of Goobers from all the benighted parts of the world who shout with indignation when the “nice” girl they met at the bar stole their wallet while they were sleeping off the GHB she slipped in their grape juice. . . . and it is dedicated to the man who replied what costume when he was complimented on his Elvis get up

All Hallows Eve in the City of Sin or Samhaign, slots. Sluts, Sin and Sloe Gin Fizz in the City full of Sinners

By Royal Hopper
Little boy blue come blow your horn the tourists are dressing like freaks that true

Little Bo Peep is dressed in blue too

Elvis is passing out flyers on the street

And Wookies dancing nearby are keeping the beat

Its Sin City baby and Halloween too

Little Bo Peep might blow your horn

And little Buy Blue might too

In one corner pirates and another one bats

In one corner witches and a woman called Cat __ flirt

In one corner grandma is throwing a fit

A perverted Darth Vader is lifting her skirt

Two for one the female Darth Vader said in a shout

The crowd jeers and cheers when security hauls her out

And smiles when grandma gives She-Darth a hit

The crowd gathered cheers as security tells grandma “git”

It is Sin City grandma get over it

Happy Halloween Sinners

Until next year