I fell in love with this town
This town called Sin City
As an adult ironically
I was eight or nine
It's nothing to do until you're of age
So I waited out of spite
When I was twenty-one
I fell in love
I won in craps, played blackjack
I even saw my first pair of bountiful *******
It made me blush
Vegas is home of the glitz
The glamour
The clubbing
Fremont Street
The dancers
But today...
In this time of uncertainty
Pray for the City of Sin
They need it.
A tribute poem about my second home, Las Vegas.