LandingPad Buenos Aires

and it just keeps getting weirder.
every passing day a new kind of strange appears before a new face.
innocence, a naïve state of being,
so unaware of the evil between the walls.

among the friendly smile and all the burning weed,
stands a fiendish friend plotting many an evil deed.
 
caged Siberians howling
a black man yelling at the moon.
a young Australian kid held captive in B.A,
won’t be leaving anytime soon.
 
step inside,
roll yourself a jay.
make yourself at home
please feel free to stay.
have a seat,
how’s about a drink?
put your bags upstairs,
nice couches don’t you think?
 
tales of fortune,
promises of fame,
keep you up at night,
welcome to his game.
 
big spender
fancy mirrors on the walls
high tech services
strange late night calls.
 
give you work
act like your true friend
wanna make a buddy out of you
to screw you big time in the end.
 
shut you up
won’t let you speak
young boys on the menu
sad, sad, weirdo freak.
 
caged white dogs,
angry people at the door,
signs of trouble all about
as hell crawls across the floor.
 
screams from down the hall
sprinkles of blood on the wall.
42 two year old black man has no shame,
the ill times of life closing in on his game.
 
many angry people ringing that darnn bell
poor Alabama black man,
will be going straight to hell.

Paul Perry
LPBA.com Staff