{"id":313,"date":"2012-01-28T19:10:23","date_gmt":"2012-01-28T19:10:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=313"},"modified":"2014-08-15T19:13:44","modified_gmt":"2014-08-15T19:13:44","slug":"as-if-a-pop-star","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/as-if-a-pop-star\/","title":{"rendered":"As If a Pop Star"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I was like Russell Brand, the African girls were all animated and screaming at the approach of my taxi, and the ALL wanted sex with me… and for my money. No, Ive not won the lottery or became famous, I was dropped off in Athens red light district by a stupid taxi driver who did not realise I wanted my B&B on that street. The trials of a traveling poet!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The African girls smiling, even from the eyes,
\nAnd jumping, laughing screaming
\nAnd I, apprehensive knew I wasn’t
\nBut wished I was only dreaming.
\nId heard about the hookers
\nWho done business outside the door
\nI did not know it was quite THIS bad
\nId never seen the likes before.
\nGetting out of the car I dropped my Coke
\nWhich one dusky beauty pointed out
\nI picked it up, careful to keep my balence
\nChecking was there any heavies or pimps about.
\nAs I could not see the doorway
\nI decided for to flee
\nFirmly, slowly, steadily I went
\nTo cries of “Fooker” echoing after me.
\nIt turns out the taxi driver
\nHe could not understand
\nI wanted the hostel on that street
\nHe though Id other things planned!
\nHe dropped me off the wrong end of it
\nAnd as the girls on my arms tugged
\nI though it best to get away
\nIn case that I was mugged.
\nAnd sitting in a new hotel in safety
\nAs I drink a cold Greek “Mythos” beer
\nI think the nights events quite surreal
\nBut Im glad to be here.
\nI now know what its like to be a pop star
\nThey all want you – yet they do not
\nThey tug out of you to take them
\nSo they can have what you’ve got.
\nAnd some of them were beautiful
\nThey could be models in another life
\nThere was a kindness in their eyes
\nTheyd make someone a nice wife…
\nYet through drugs, or pimps, or poverty
\nTheir trade all night they ply
\nAnd get exited, screaming and smiling from the eyes
\nAt the sight of idiots like I!
\nIm the only Irishman in history
\nThat a taxi driver can leave at a bevy of hookers beside
\nWith lots of cash in his pocket
\nWho walks away, and does not get a ride!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The African girls smiling, even from the eyes, And jumping, laughing screaming And I, apprehensive knew I wasn’t But wished I was only dreaming. Id heard about the hookers Who done business outside the door I did not know it was quite THIS bad Id never seen the likes before. …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[82,513],"tags":[514,516,515],"class_list":["post-313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-balkan-odyssey","category-greece","tag-athens","tag-hookers","tag-omonia","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-53","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1165,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/dusky-aphrodite-of-the-smiling-eyes\/","url_meta":{"origin":313,"position":0},"title":"Dusky Aphrodite of the Smiling Eyes","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"28th December 2012","format":false,"excerpt":"She was the loudest and the most beautiful Her smile came from the soul Through the eyes as much as through the mouth A pout luscious and whole. 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