Oluwatosin SHIBA Aribo
It was in a blue painted brothel’
And the bulbs were painted
And the ladies were thick and short,
Some weighing over four hundred pounds
And the blue hallway was
Dim and narrow,
And the beer served was hot!
tasted like piss'
And the bar was filled with men
smoke and sweat,
an odour remained trapped in the air’
and the rooms were even more sorry
decorated with shadows’
and the fan hanging from the low ceiling
swirled in a slow motion, and creacked like hell!
‘the smell from the open window was that
Of two weeks old urine and tissue
Outside in the streets,
Lit with a procession of candles
Traders, broke players, robbers, truck drivers, whores
And cops mingled.
And there were others who were there
Who didn’t know who they were or why they were there
And the life out there was dingy and dark
And the moon up there was distant, alone
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 31.03.2012.