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I will arise and go now, and go to Pattaya,
And buy a small condo there, not far from Walking Street;
Lots of girlfriends will I have in that Paradise afar
Where old men and young girls meet.

And I shall have much sex there, more than ever before,
Where day is hot, bright with dazzling sunlight,
And night is hotter, bright with neon galore
Where girls are dancing for my delight!

Age is respected there. Girls do not turn away,
As they do here, as though I’m some old bore.
And so I will arise and go. Go now, and stay,
And live alone near a techno-loud bar.

(revised version)

© Bangkok Byron, 2009. All rights reserved by the author.

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Dana
March 9, 2009, 21:52

My dream.

steve rosse
March 10, 2009, 14:43

Oh, Jeez. Now you lost me. "Where I can be a man once more." Is that what it takes to be a man? Paying poor women for sex? That's it? That's as high as you set the bar? The last poem you wrote on this theme was joyous, it said simply "I want to relax in a bar of my own choosing with some happy young women." I could get behind that idea. But this one is ruined by that last line, and by the tone of self pity in that third stanza.

Kipling wrote a poem called "If", about what it means to be a man. Four stanzas, 300 words, and 21 qualities that make a man. He was praised for his brevity. But you've beat him:

Just pay for sex, and Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

chiangmaikelly
March 28, 2009, 13:21

The silly old man with the young girl in the lone star saloon.

He must be twice her age at least
With mottled, wrinkled skin
His hair is dyed a bottle-black
His face is wintry thin.

Blue veins snake down his bony hands
Like roots of ancient trees
He wears a pair of checkered shorts
Above his scrawny knees

The girl he’s with is beautiful
Her shoulder-length black hair
Surrounds and frames her dark brown face
Her shoulders soft and bare.

He drinks his Mekhong whiskey down
And orders yet again
The girl he’s with just signs and sneaks
a smile at other men.

They sit in silence, the silly old man
And the girl who stole his heart
Someone should whisper in his ear
“Too many years apart!”

Someone should whisper in his ear
That if he didn’t pay
He might just find his lady love
Would soon be on her way.

He wallows in her loving gaze
So puppy-dog serene
Serenity for her of course
His ATM machine.

But he might whisper in our ears
“Well don’t you think I know?
I hade my choice and so will you
With fewer years to go.”

I’m not sure what to make of him
There is no guiding rule
I wonder if he could be both
A wise man and a fool.

He turns his head to pay the bill
And suddenly I see
It’s a mirror on the wall
The silly old man is me.

By Dean Barret
The Go go dancer who stole my Viagra.

Another Retirement Plan

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