A big small city <br />in the middle of nothing. <br /> You can leave there broke <br />or you can leave there with something. <br /> <br /> Something like money, <br />or something like gold. <br /> All this you'll find <br />will never grow old. <br /> <br /> Vegas lights the sky <br />when day turns to night. <br /> To me this city <br />is a magnificent site. <br /> <br /> The casinos are filled <br />with slot machiens. <br /> But the sad part is <br />they're off limits to teens. <br /> <br /> Blackjack, poker, <br />roulet, and craps. <br /> Money, chips, and coins <br />all come in stacks. <br /> <br /> Visitors beware <br />because Vegas is no joke. <br /> Thousands of people every <br />year leave this town plum broke. <br /> <br /> It was were I was born <br />but will not remain. <br /> The thought of going back <br />just drives me insane.<br /><br />Rage'n Curtis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-home-town-3/
