A POEM - A WALK DOWN KHAOSAN ROAD

A WALK DOWN KHAOSAN ROAD
“tuk tuk, man?”
“ha. No fuckin’ way.”
“my friend, suit? Suit for you, my friend?”
“don’t need a suit.”
“taxi? Taxi, man? Taxi?”
“nope.”
“excuse me! Sir! Excuse me!”
“piss off!”
“o-ron-jooz, ten baht! O-ron-jooz, sir?”
“no thanks.”
“tuk tuk? Massage? Boom boom? Twenty baht?”
“yeah, right. No way.”
“excuse me, sirrr!”
“FUCK, off!”
“massajjj, mistah? Massajj?”
“No money, but thanks.”
“tee shirt? Please, sir, come inside my shop.”
“no thanks, I got one already.”
“my friend! My friend!”
“we ain’t friends, fucker.”
“ding-ding-ding!”
“hey. Please come home with me? Please?”
“sorry babe. I’d love to, but...”
“tuk tuk? Massage, boom boom?”
“no way.”