Visitor's Fate

Hoods and hoods, streets and streets,
'41W' is a blue egg,
Roaming about didn't even fetch a meal from Rome,
Teased and pissed and wanna be home,
Hands to the left hands to the right,
Frustration takes a bite,

Frustration at it's peak,
As muddled worms can't even pick,
Pennies all lost to theft,
Feets for wandering left,
Expectations would have bred frustration,
But frustration should trigger concern for two,
Take me home,
Where I would never roam!