Poor in Singapore

Singapore

Poor of those souls trapped here

In this perfect, aligned, OCD paradise

Amusement park to prevent your complaining

/Thinking too much

But even in this task it fails

For being so dull, so doited

Singapore

Poor 11 years old soul

Forever drowned into your fake lake

Taken away by this insanity

Where skyscrapers creeps me

And concrete and steel are build

With human souls

You,

What can you show me beside

These too clean streets?

These too safe alleys?

These too guarded corners

Where cameras are the only eyes

That follows me

You,

How can you unmask this?

Vertical cemeteries of people

Buried alive, thinking they live

They are just ghosts hunting this ghost city

The city of everyone and no one at the same time

Singapore

Pour me a beer

Let's get drunk while watching

Others guts spread all over

While witnessing a Chinese fight

With eyes on fire but hands out!

So funny...

You,

How can we unveil at least one truth?

In this city of fake lions, fake lies

By letting the bar close

And every one go

By letting the comfort of darkness

Sweep away from our mouths

The ugly beautiful deep desires

Talks about the end of the world

Singapore

The real you is in the empty

Parking lots

The half dirty forgotten places

Inside this fragile skinny and wonderful

Singaporean body

Whose soul doesn't belong here

But somewhere in the infinite sky

The real you is in this

Synchronistic moment

When I fell this building were

Made only to sustain our feet

So we could stand here

Looking down and laughing

At those foolish city lights

You,

How can you show me its true side?

By colorful donkeys

With happy and sad eyes

Inside an empty house

Wanting more, but afraid to ask

Singapore

Poor of those souls

That didn't met you

And the shy and horny

Fire in your eyes

Don't look at me with those eyes again

Or I'll spend all my money
With Singaporean flights