Sharp shooting pin-
Ball wizards shoot
Wads of nickels
Into bellies
Of blinking beasts,
Then mosey on up-
Stairs to vanishing
Breed of past
Prime whores still
Alive but barely
Kicking on dying First Street—
Saloon’s mascot urchin
Gets down on all fours
Under Ballys—
Has more than a hunch
A few stray buffalo heads
Have yet to bite the dust.
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