Today life is boring so I sit with my chai, <br />laughing with others about the season gone by. <br />The money I traded for love is almost gone, <br />willing given for a smile, dancing dark flesh and a song. <br /> <br />My friends and I await your return and don't remember your name, <br />Western women are whores to be used and you are all the same. <br />Bring me another chai my poor waiter friend, <br />while my friends and I plan how your sex and money we'll spend<br /><br />Alexander Downie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-season-2/
