The Landing was violent, cock-pit was quiet
& for my dollar the flight was on auto pilot/
Jet lag when i arrive I'm tired/
eyes drowsy & water more than all the fluid that borders the island/
The sea sneaks in a sweet & silent breeze
A single tear trickle down my cheek/
As the sun rays glide across the street
With the grace of a figure skaters feet/
I'm Home, the flight longer then intended making my back the center of attention
With my hemorrhoids flaring up with a lingering resentment
Ice protrudes from the perspiring coca cola glass/
A cold soda always has act as if it was designed to counteract an open gash/
Receptionist rolls out the welcome Matts
A service tray with cool towel and healthy snacks/
Bombarded with pamphlets and visitor maps,
A heavy reading content if i can't manage to navigate the complex/
The bell hop spoke with a thick accent
More than a baggage handler he was a pimp actually/
He promised women of mixed stature
A rare attraction and a box spring gluteus Maximus/
His thoughts seem to shed some light
As the resort was packed with people from all walks of life/
Elderly couples enjoyin the summer nights
To the single types looking for a fling if your talk was right/
Outside of the resorts confinement
My will power was tested like some sort of assignment/
Women with beauty so astounding
But like a flaw in a diamond a look closer you'll see what’s inside em/
Lush European businesses meant to camouflage the poverty environment/
Locals living in dilapidated houses playing hostess to foreigners constantly smiling at them/
Little kids and the less fortunate pan handle in front clubs so openly/
To the desperation of women focusing, their attention to a man who promise them love hopefully/
A place we call paradise could easily be hell with a deeper insight/
Prostitution, drugs and famine such a seductive invite/
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