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In Lax, New Years Eve

Japanese girls in hooker-boots,
Hare Krishnas Gita-thumping in the lobby,
complements my stash then requests cash
Pasty white americans, bleached by LA smog,
and their children on cell-phones,
dreaming of runnig the suburban off the road
while talking with Brad Pitt.
Fake palms seem healthier than real ones,
Asian mini-skirts show healthy asian buns.
The celibate watches, waits,
ignores the ignoble fantasy.