I’m a wild tiger
I’m a survivor
Drinking the blood
Of the elated.
Passing youth and into
Old age and that rage
Dying into the night.
I’m not a zulu
I’m not Michael caine
Driving the youth insane
An old man on a slow train
On this forward journey
To death and beyond.
The universe and galaxies
Ancient aliens tapping
Into our consciousness.
I am a ribbon of light
I am that which unites
Two colds beers and a solid
Martini.
Another pretty girl in a
Slinky bikini.
The eye of Allah.
The soul of Christ.
A mind like the Buddha.
A bowl of rice for 50 baht.
The madness of Bangkok.
The noise. The Chaos.
The blood. My soul.
Oh Buddha what have I done
Destroyed my dharma
Destroyed my fun
I swear it wasn’t me
The blame lies solely
At your feet
I a drunk bum
Always chasing sweet meat.
So many mantras I could have twirled
But the lap dancers
The pretty girls
Good deeds now turned sour
And I an older man
Staring at the shorn tooth
Of death.
My past a heavy anchor
This beer belies the truth
I could never measure up to you
Please give me the boot.
Rain falls in Bangkok.
Only farang knows the truth.
Warm rain like sunshine.
Not cold like back home.
Bangkok Rain fall like love
From sky into the river.
From the mind into
The heart.
Warm love fall like rain.
Bangkok love fall on me.
Holy Holy here I come
The hash is cheap the beer is fun
But I am an old man staring at the sun
Dreams of youth as an old bum
My dick is shrivelled
My balls are dead
I still drunk in my
Pissed stained bed.
I dreams of days when all is dead.
The trees. The flowers.
The streets. The shame.
There’s nothing left
Of my family name.
I spent the lot on women and wine.
Now I lie awake crying all the time.
The end is near and I’m not ready.
Dad! I want my teddy.
Reviewing my life
The Buddha said in tears.
Christ Dave you drank
Too many beers.
Holy Holy here I come
Drunk staring at the sun
Dreams and hopes
Pissed against temple walls.
One hand holding my kebab
The other my balls.
She said this, I said that.
The young look at me and think,
Twat.
But all is not lost
Time to redeem myself
Things that are broken can be
mended like shelves
My future is a path
That is not yet written
But the problem is that
I am smitten.
By a whore I met the other day,
She said This Is It
I will show you the way.
I was convinced she was
A golden dakini
Who would create great merits
Whilst in her bikini.
There was nothing holy about her soul
She span three times around her pole.
Dave what do you want
I’ll grant you three wishes
I said three pints and a bag of chips.
She said that’s four
So I just got pissed.
It’s a terrible thing
When you stray from the path.
Booze and fags and having a laugh
But then death comes
and all has been done.
I danced with the devil
Then merged with the sun.
For The Depressed :
Just put one foot
in front of the other
Take it easy
Take it slow
One foot
In front of the other
Mind how you go.
Life can be a struggle
Life can be a pain
Sometimes we don’t
Want to dance
In the pouring rain.
The sun may shine
But your heart is sinking
Unable to control the mind
And its trouble thinking
So take it easy
Take it slow
A cup of tea
The duvet pulled up.
A warm jumper.
A forced smile.
It will pass,
Another day will come.
A genuine smile
Under the glorious sun.
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