Soupy afternoon,
I pop an umbrella to save my skin.
Sun’s incense twirls its finger,
a fire flirt.
The silver spoon
singes my fumbling tongue.
Filthy “farang”
gulping down udon with anger,
’cause I now know hell doesn’t hurt.
Soupy afternoon,
I pop an umbrella to save my skin.
Sun’s incense twirls its finger,
a fire flirt.
The silver spoon
singes my fumbling tongue.
Filthy “farang”
gulping down udon with anger,
’cause I now know hell doesn’t hurt.
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