DOM VICTOR'S TALES

Meant am I not for the road
That glows in city light.
That boasts of things I can’t afford
That works the best at night

I will never make my way
Around blocks in shades of gray.
That block the very light of day
That nature did not lay

The cloth will fail to fit my frame
That shuns its basic cause.
In which I hardly look the same
That strives to hide my flaws

I don’t expect a second glance
From the city dame.
Neither love, nor romance
For these I can’t explain.