Poem dealing with life east of Zanzibar |
EAST OF ZANZIBAR A midget in a pink tutu Says he remembers you When you were young & on the street Begging for something to eat You smile & say maybe he did Maybe he didn't, but let's keep it discreet He gives you that annoying look Says he reads you like a book You've come a long way But maybe you've gone to far Cause strange things can happen When you're east of Zanzibar Bald headed ladies, whisper to each other Their lives have been placed on hold They wear those knock off fashions Adorned with some fool's gold Their lips are too puffy Their boobs are too fake Their hands are in your pockets Because they're all on the take They look at you with smoldering eyes Every minute a new surprise You try to act like a movie star Because that's how things get done When you're east of Zanzibar Dancing girls in red velvet gowns Gyrate to the crazy sounds With lips meant to be kissed Curves I can't resist They got those disco lights flashing All dressed in high fashion Below dim lit chandeliers Cool green ferns hide desperate leers The place is really jumping In my chest the bass is thumping Dancing with drag queens & queers The whole scene is quite bizarre But it's just an average day When you're east of Zanzibar Today I went fishing with Hemingway Last night I slept with the Queen Tonight I'm getting drunk with Jean Renoir We're meeting at the Moonlight Bar You never know who you will meet When you're east of Zanzibar |