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Night song of Pattaya (Free verse) by Caducus
Children on plinths.
Painted masterpieces.
These artists perform
dreams and hot spoons.
Grey as kerbs
who shine for ten dollars.
Moonlight bullion
fades away.
Every price
has a cost
wrapped in tarpaulin
is the never was born
and always dying.
Walk past the enamel masks
where tears and innocence hide.
Ignore the children in denier
who bark for hiding jackals
the night song of Pattaya.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.75
Weighted score: 5.089402
Overall Rank: 6278
Posted: November 21, 2005 7:35 AM PST; Last modified: November 21, 2005 8:46 AM PST
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Am I even close?
Child prostitution and the occasional murder and cover up. Noone their cares though so covering up the invisible is ironic.
As usual I'm in a happy mood lol.