On a tour one day
I landed at a famous place
Only to be swallowed in whole
By strangers so grotesque
Who would make me drink
Some intoxicating potions
Only to find my weak spots.
Sure I was that I would meet right people,
And woe beget, they were genial
Only on the surface level.
As days progressed, I came face to face
With some real avatars for all my follies.
Then I was sure to get the right food,
Which was only pretested by tourists.
Curse sweet deception by colors,
The food was nauseating in its aftertaste.
Unable to puke out or digest
I twisted and turned all over the floor
To regret I shouldn’t have tasted a bite even
What with a large chunk already sunk in
Right into my gut irretrievably.
Next I wished I was wise enough
To have asked for right movies.
Alas, the crude sounds and images
Of vampires swirled in and out,
To appear before my eyes very close,
Made me jump out of my skin.
Right after the show
The vampires back with vengeance
Alighted in my hotel room to pick me up
Even as I begged them my way back to airport,
Whereas I was sure to pick up a right paperback!
But the bookstalls sold only those
With substances that influence
Under the wraps and among the pages,
Whose dust rose like hell as I browsed them,
To enter my nostrils which made my head reel,
And I threw out all the food and feelings
Right into the aisle only to be looked
Askance by the airhostess,
Who with her almond eyes tried to say,
How could I do that in her plane.
And finally I got rid of her looks
With a genial smile and swearing at the same time
That I should not tour strange lands once again.
