In the shade of the Bridge
they gamble, when the trade is low
Under the Bridge they slowly get stoned,
and avoid the midday sun

Ten dollars will get you a fuck
A pretty good deal really
if the wallet is bulging
or you smell like me

But there is time for a pose
A curious tourist who may leave something
No charity here, everything is earned
The smiles though, the smiles are free

Precocious children know what it takes
to tickle the minds of limited visas
Their sun never sets, because it won’t rise
The filth in the water washed with cheap whiskey

And the days roll on
One after two, because one is too lonely
And in the shade of the Bridge
the gamble is life

Foto: Thai-Burma border, ’09