The Tourist
So here I am wandering strange streets
In another strange town. Lost the tour bus,
So I started drinking. Got a bottle of what?
From some beverage shop full of foreigners.
No, locals. Here, for sure, I’m the foreigner.
Whatever this is, it’s kickin’ my ass big time.
Where is Rick Steves when you need him?
Now dark night and drizzling. Stepped? No,
Staggered into a cathedral. Yeah, mega
House of God. Big enough for basketball.
I’d give Him a drink but, no tellin’ what all
He’d do liquored up. Fire from the sky,
Another plague, zero out all bank accounts,
Make black white and white black, move
Our assholes to the middle of the forehead.
Whoa, better stop before He gets ideas.
Horror Sleaze Trash 