• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 05
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Pour Concrete

Pour concrete onto villages
In some foreign clime
To attract the working classes
Their spare money and spare time
All they need is sangria
Exotic food and poolside chat
Before they go we'll take their Euros
With more expensive tat
The telephonic cables
Are redundant now and why?
The hotel has upgraded and installed wifi
The fences keep out the locals
They'd only pollute the pool
While mum and dad order drinks
The kids play on the white mule
Pour concrete and build blocks near sands
It's not a real palm tree...
Not like the ones that grow in nature
It's contrived and for a fee...
They'll allow you out the compound
Into the real place
One of poverty and siesta
And more charm and grace.