Welcome To Palm Springs?

Land carved, marred, scarred Tall palms rustle their decorative skirts swaying to the brassy nightclub music Hauty women carry trophy shopping bags along with smug, surgeon created expressions Shiny autos bear clever license, proclaiming the already obvious Rolling greens sculpted to unnatural perfection surround pristine traps of imported sand Golf carts trundle silently over muffled greens conveying sweaty executives earning clubhouse bragging rights Appointment minded women cue for the privilege of soaking sagging skin in brown sucking mud Pitbull ladies and Poodlish men vie for attention in vintage ragtops, parading leather and plumage Faded stars from bygone eras wait for silent phones to ring Equally passe' agents pace well-worn carpets Aged couples anxiously count coupons waiting in cold, sterile grocery isles splurging on artificially sweetened sweets Iron-barred gates slide closed across flower bedecked entries denying access to pinstripe suited salesmen selling cut-rate cemetery plots Droopy mustachioed legions of beer bellied bikers ride into faded glory, tattoos vibrating on once firm biceps Snooty waiters wearing formal attire and exasperated expressions barely wait as plaid shirted, Midwest tourists place their orders in fractured French Sticky, prickly heat coated kids whine and wail, tagging behind parents anxious for a family fun vacation Amputated one-arm bandits bear only buttons and bells as they noisily mug worried gamblers Aqua pools, burbling spas and spewing sprinklers change arid desert into tropical humidity The sign proclaims, "Welcome To Palm Springs"

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