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No Go Asian toilets cause Economic crash

Toilets from around the world. After much travelling I can safely say Asian toilets win the poo prize for most amount of bacteria, smell and vomit. Since I can remember as a child, my mother against my will forced me into female public toilets with her and my sister instead of letting me go into an all male toilet alone. I don’t know why I complained, now I recognise that privilege long since gone has totally been wasted on youth, a phrase older people sometimes bestow on me thinking they are a pillar of authority like some priest in a pulpit, who likes a congregation to believe he has some secret knowledge, he and he alone is privy to. Contrary to what they and I think my youth is wasted on, growing too old to frequent female toilets does not come on their list. It usually entails wasted opportunity to ask a girl out or to start a conversation with one. However judging by the looks of their wives I don’t think that our standards are the same. A women that looks li...

Poem Travel

Buddha above the sink In water below I drink I laugh you laugh, together In and out the horrible weather. My witness my pain my gain Through the world we did stay sane Hung up rinsed to dry underwear Strewn about the symbols in my layer Dying on a string cut and torn From Kurden-La to Srinigar Cotton thinned and worn Three pairs in a sack carried Slept on floors never married I picked you up in Darjeeling When the women came to sing Followed by the AK74’s There and then closed the doors The armies out the  pinkies shout Trapped and hostage bound Hit the ground if you hear the sound of the AK74’s Pants you hardly keep me in Take you down past the chin In the shower no need for a bucket We here alone, fuck it Shall we go travel In our minds dabble With the strange ways earth sheds Sleeping in all those beds I see you there dyeing But like Buddha do keep smiling Pallid room, a view to a kill All this stuffs making ...

KING

King I was king Not in my land Lonely as the angels creep Sat, talked, did weep I was king. Never did I see the bottom of a glass, Never did a glass dare bare her nudity. I crowned myself amber, Bubbles to my head, the crown. Tyrant, dictator, slayer, Still there was a frown

Philippines Poem

This poem is about a prostitute sleeping rough with here legs open, unable to afford Tampax. Philippines Before the sunrise You showed me yours Where the money box hid, Advertised before the paint’s dry. Sleep dear, It the only heaven you’ve got. Noble blood might be blue And the laws of heaven differ from those on earth And since the mind cannot be attributed to man but god Whom he made all equal Then it is by decree that all men must be given the same potential To fulfil their masters wish, Without the hindrance of earthly rule. 2009