Round Trip to Italy From Bangkok Plane landed in Rome Transit hall Drank some wine You been sent home in shame By fulsome jesters Try Genoa Martini…for sure A new job Easy now Don’t let the fuckers catch you Keep your head down. Ship sails noon From shores of misery Screw them all More wine mate Wake up tomorrow midday Drink a cold beer. Tell the truth You overslept…sorry It’s no lie Be contrite Your young face oozes of sincerity And moist blue eyes