23 US m in Thailand

it's funny how little words mean:
grave, scientific, or obscene;
how bitter the birds sing
when a person hasn't anything;
how I "like" to drink myself bloody
just like bites my dog "Friendly."
It's funny how Thais generously help me
when these days I mostly only help me...
except my readers and the canine ones
and I like to be sweet to the little shy ones,
who sometimes cry at my white face;
see, any one's a witch in a strange place.
it's funny how strong, smart people try to buy the water of life with golden violence,
when harmonic, pragmatic copper is the currency of the universe.