Agents Abroad Rewritten
Agents Abroad.
Tiny rooms in basements somewhere not far from the docks,
pink light ,no air-conditions. Cartagena girls on contract going
from city to city, their best years are as short as footballers;
only the girls have short contracts and in no time they end up
in third division. I remember this because Obama’s security
guards, coming to a foreign country went wild, living as they
do in a country where the puritans rule, those caught
philandering like Tiger Woods, get his balls cut off and he will
never be great again. Ok, Obama’s guards should be mortified
it is just the freedom to be a man not having going through
rituals of courtships and feel reckless. Not easy to be American
male squeezed into an iron jumper by the moral brigade, all
is legal as long as you don’t get caught…and if you get trapped
go to the nearest church and confess in public, tell everyone
you are a Christians who have sinned, you’ll be forgiven if you
castigate enough, tears will help; but remember do not argue
with a prostitute.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2012
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