Tail firmly between legs,
I return to the Mainland smelling
of waffle syrup and stale cigarillo smoke.
My stomach distended by humble pie.
My backside feasted upon by lions.
Like a lemming to the slaughter.
Like a burro donkey in search of a carrot.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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