After you all left, your party that is,
I ended up parkouring a bit,
through a beautiful display of bamboo,
and wooden structures,
and found myself amongst friends,
Thai ladies who recognized me,
from the last time i had been here,
and we picked up conversation,
exactly where we had left off.
The one on my left was from Chiang-Rai,
she was beautiful, and spoke english well,
while the one to my right,
who also spoke well, was much more foreign,
and much less cute.
After finalizing the feelings,
it was off to the festival of life,
and the veggie food cart, once again,
was happy to see my face.
I told them as i had last time,
“Come to get a massage,
we can exchange for bomb food,
and all will work out well.”
Somehow these fields of love,
brought me back to prison walls,
and a game of basketball,
amongst angsty inmates,
and the soup that was bought for me,
for i could not pay, and we lost the game,
but all was not lost,
as i was given the keys to the jailhouse band,
and almost instantly i was back in that bar,
with my dad getting me drunk,
and buying tons of groceries,
to feed all the new friends.
It seems i had been given a deal:
they wanted 4oz on the front,
and i would be in the band,
and my dad could manage it all,
but just as easily i was sitting on a couch,
taking such a fat rip of bho,
that without missing a beat,
i remembered its exactly what i shouldn’t have done.