Flat in Town

	Prayers from home, I was blessed
	A fairly wholesome, time, I guess,
	
	There's nothing really, fit to say,
	'bout what happened, along my way.

	On To Man Ki, right by the gate,
	a one room walk up, it was great,

	rent every month, three cases of beer,
	papa-san grinned, from ear to ear.

	shower and restroom, across the hall,
	coldwater, by the stairs, shared by all,

	in the lobby, there's food for sale,
	fly-blown chicken, its easy to tell,
	
	a steel scissor gate, locks the main door,
	one type of answer, during time of war,

	sidewalks crammed, with pushcart vendors,
	steel bars above, on all the windows,

	Spit-shined MP's, guardin' the gate,
	uniforms pass, while the others wait,

	three wheeled golfcart, with six inside,
	taxi to the compound, its a good ride,

	The least thing you got, settles the fare,
	There ain't no change, don't go there,

	whatever you pay, thats what it cost,
	the least you've got, the less your loss,

	Through the gate, the hooch, is way in back,
	concrete floor, tin roof, and plywood shack.

	Second door on the right, now I'm really home,
	Stretch out on the rack, turn the stereo on,
				s[[im   5/03


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	We've gotta get outta this place,
	if it's the last thing we ever do.
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