A big small city
in the middle of nothing.
You can leave there broke
or you can leave there with something.

Something like money,
or something like gold.
All this you'll find
will never grow old.

Vegas lights the sky
when day turns to night.
To me this city
is a magnificent site.

The casinos are filled
with slot machiens.
But the sad part is
they're off limits to teens.

Blackjack, poker,
roulet, and craps.
Money, chips, and coins
all come in stacks.

Visitors beware
because Vegas is no joke.
Thousands of people every
year leave this town plum broke.

It was were I was born
but will not remain.
The thought of going back
just drives me insane.

Rage'n Curtis

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