Inside tax-payers bar
Our usual rendezvous
Floating like Zanzibar
On a sea of local brew.
Prostitutes shake
Their sagging rear
With outfits so-fake
And western flair.
We talk more
About politics, economics
While sipping slow
To avoid liquor tricks.
background music
Steathly intrude
Into our topic
Nation memoir ride.
Staggering home
I greet police baton
The very epitome
Of corruption.
I stumble and fall
On a street urchin
Coiled like a bowl
Helpless, harmless vermin.
Awoken early
By bedbugs-
My belching girlie,
I give the day warm hugs.
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