Mon Paris

I gotta say that I love Paris.
France, itself, is cool but
Paris is full of the zanies.
I dig the women but most
Smell like the armpits they
Don’t shave.  Perfume?
Good scents too expensive
Like most of the stuff there.
I always shop at the hidden
Tourist-free areas for food
And anything else that costs.
My French is tres le crap but
Good enough that I get by.
Summer in the ville is insane.
Everything shuts down in
August, shops and factories.
People not having to work
Mill around like millionaires
Without enough money to
Actually do anything fun.
Nobody riots like Parisians.
I get off on building those
Barricades and tossing rocks
And cocktails…Molotov.  I
Guzzle wine like a fool doing
My part providing empties.
Makes for some rowdy ass
Nights alleviating boredom.
The boredom that always
Comes when you’ve stayed
In one place too damn long.

 

Suggestion

They
Suggested
That I
Should use
A pen name.
But, I
Never name
My pens.