I want to ink myself
a tattoo of my loneliness
stamped over my heart
I am sick of English with accents
I want a nice boy from
the city to sit across
and tell me I'm pretty
or more appropriately
"Bangin'."
Amsterdam is leaving me cold
as the old folks more in
and out of the bar
A million streetlamps
no sidewalks and so many bicycles
That Ian McKellen looking old man
is staring at my young flesh
...he looks nice.
I wonder what the price of mitigating loneliness
is in this town
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