I look out the window, Tourists aimlessly shambling; There's no walk of purpose, Just shuffling and ambling. They stop and they stare at things, Faces all grumbling;
In Soviet Russia drugs eat you! Savouring and developing the shabby ritual deed; Breathing through the mouth As you anticipate your greed. Iodine and lighter fuel
Once I was a child, With everything before me; Then I was an adolescent - Everything bored me; Then I was a young woman, Fertile and ripe; Then I was a mother Believing all the hype.
I was feeling down about being trapped in the country so I wrote this. It cheered me up. Writing always does.