how about going to south
if you don't like the crowd
in north which is noisy and loud?
will you sail across the Indian ocean
if you don't like to see the shitty scenes
of railway tracks blowing into your face like wind?
how about forgetting yesterday
going closer to home, fly to Mandalay
like the lonesome hobo on every Sunday?
will you be able to face the flirt of the girls
that will come lifting their skirts
offering you, silently, a sweating night f**k?
how about talking about revolution
if you feel the spark and got burnt
eating the farmers hand made wheat bun?
or how about sitting in the coffee house
where folks do politics and women in their blouse
feeding the strangers without the knowledge of their spouse?
how about flying to Cuba
for the lost music and for the cigar of Havana
how about listening to reggae music from Jamaica?
how about me being quiet
and listening to cuckoo's tweet
that follows after every silence that you quit?
Or how about a gun
to fight back the step sons
of your step mothers who you could never hunt?
Or how about pretending to be mad,
carrying the responsibility inside your military sack,
walking the road where you got killed when you were a lad?
Or how about marrying a princess
who wears a diamond ring and golden laces,
whose smile can heal your sadness or laziness?
Or come along with me
Or sing along with me
I am going to leave this town forever.
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