I am a place where good grammar is hard to find, And a pseudo-intellectual can challenge his mind. Many poems are shared, though this isn't Rome. To a dark knight's enigma, this place is like home.

Bright lights lure with glitter and glow, Where fortunes dance and dice may know. A palace of chance, both friend and foe... What am I, where luck steals the show?

I map, I track, I guide with grace, But never touch the ground I trace.

I tempt with tunes and talking mice, Sell dreams in ears, for quite the price. With castles, thrills, and grinning ghouls, I break the grown-ups’ boring rules.

I’m out of this world, my encounter is close. You want my area? It’s the fifty first.