A short sweaty man disembarks of pan-
am when the heat and humidity is
Cruel. He wipes off his face,
Puts down his suitcase, and he
eases himself onto a barstool.
The T.V. plays news but it's of no use
because he can't understand
The anchorman.
But he orders Irish wisky successfully,
Because he wrote the words
down on his hand.
Theres a man with a tan looking
native to the land,
Who's observing in a nearby booth.
With a handshake of
wealth he introduces
Himself, and his sinister
smile of gold tooth.
He speaks broken English but he
looks quite distinguished in his
Three button mod green suit.
He offers assistance and matters for
Instance, such as escorts
and prostitutes.
Drunk in the backseat of and third
world taxi he's driven to the
Hotel warez. Where a man
with a goat slips him
The note, and a child like
handwriting it says . . .
I know a place where you can meet girls,
And at the same time you can
get your vegetables.
Go see the man who's
selling plantains.
Tell him you're new here,
and looking or fun.
(Go on)
Follow him down to the edge
of The Swamp.
There you will see in a broken
down boat.
A charming old man in a
while linen suit,
And lots of girls from which
you can choose.
But first you must
pay all currencies
Good. Take your new friend
deep in the woods.
Watch her undress,
and let down her hair.
You will be pleased but you better
beware.
Because many of man could not
stay away.
Say goodbye to their wives and just
waste it away.
(Wasting away)