testaments like rick shaws
carry monsters to the fair
aware
im staring at the glare
that shares the longing for your hair
and in despair
i take my mind into a foreign shop to eat
the chinese cream
and tea that treats me to
a very foreign theme
the thought of prisoners
held captive
but in a very nice abode
perhaps a glimpse of mtv cribs
*** she lives nicer than my home