Australians must have to hang onto things
Obviouly they'll float around in space without wings
Though cheaper than airfare
It's damn cold up there
But the washroom is spacious, just let 'er fling
Opened a can of tuna, yummy yum yum
My niece in Vancouver knew we were having some
Her cats, they declared
Needed dough for the airfare
To partake of the festivities or be stricken dumb
Opened a can of tuna, yummy yum yum
My niece in Vancouver knew we were having some
Her cats, they declared
Needed scratch for the airfare
To partake of the festivities or be stricken dumb
Today, his mail order package just came in,
a foreigner wanting to be an American citizen
The price for the privilege has gotten more steep,
the cost for the coach airfare didn’t come cheap
The rich can pay half a mil to get a clean green card,
but poor mail order brides must work their bodies hard
This wife has a husband who likes pimping his brides
Repayment comes in the form of late night date rides
Clients want his candy bride to lustily unwrap,
their sweet tooth craving must be sexually capped
She met an undercover cop, who became her friend
Prostitution was stopped when they took the pimp in
Her tarnished wedding ring got used to make bail
Ex-sex slave bride got a free green card out of jail
Rain, nothing but rain
It’s raining so hard it sounds like
A round of applause
If only that were true
And I received such adulation
But I am an imposter
A poser
A man lost in the motions
Of life.
I sleep, to wake, to dress
In the morning
Put on my pants and walk to work
Passing the trenches were the blue
Collars are hunched over their work
I have a laptop
I am smart
I talk on my smartphone to no one
Just pretend to be making a big deal
That’s what’s important
One day I’ll get a bicycle
And then I can move fast
I’ll zigzag between the losers that are walking
I’ll have my Bluetooth device hooked up
And stuck in my ear
Like Buck Rogers in the not so distant past
Resume on line
Monster, Dice, all the big head hunters
They all want me
I get emails from Indians all over the world
“Six month contract owner desperate, need
network Guru.”
I am your man…well at least for three months
Then I’ll be on my way
But hey I got free airfare, meals, and a room
My closet is full of black clothes
I am your best friend
Can I bum a smoke?
I am a modern man
I own nothing and everything
See you at the office
Or maybe on the street
But you can be sure of one thing
I am fast on my feet.
Lost in the Translation
“Donnez-moi un verre de vin”
My accent seemed strange at the Paris café
They brought me an entire carafe of wine
And I drank it all to my escort’s dismay
When I asked, “Ou est la salle de bain?”
Le confused garcon led me to the alleyway
“Où sont les toilettes?” I tried again
“C'est à l'hôtel,” was all he could say
Groaning, “Sacré bleu, PARDON MY FRENCH!”
I spun and jogged miles to my hotel in haste
Two thousand for airfare, far more for a tutor
Such an investment seems quite a “waste”
When all you want is to relieve yourself
And still cannot locate the proper place
*Assigned phrase for Deborah’s contest: PARDON MY FRENCH
A pyramid tour
On my bucket list
Approach by camels
Cross an oasis
Play mahjong with sheiks
In hot desert tents
Where harem girls dance
Through wafting incense
Explore monuments
With ancient secrets
Engraved sarcophagi
Sanskrit alphabet
The airfare alone
Would make some withdraw
Camel rental's high
The pricetag's the flaw
To cross the ocean
For vacation viva
Need huge chunk of change
From Uncle Visa
* For Linda-Marie's Viva Vacation challenge
southwards
to the sun-
follow the light,
annual migration's
begun-
nomads
of nowhere,
without a care
baggage,passports or cheap
airfare
A lifetime crossed
A time remembered
At childhoods cost
A soul dismembered
And flesh embossed
As if surrendered
Away he’s tossed
As trash he’s rendered
Abased, his family lost
After, for cash he’s tendered
An autos fuel exhausts
Airfare paid, return to sender
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