"CLEAN, YOUNG ENGLISHMAN!" (I.P)

Born with silver spoon in mouth
He has the best in life,
His parents chose the smartest schools
One day they'll choose his wife.

He has his pick of everything
All he could ever need,
It does not make him thankful
It merely fuels his greed.

Holidays four times a year
This young man has it all,
As Autumn follows Summer
His star is set to fall.

Along with all his hip young friends
He's into drugs and stuff,
The more he takes, the more he spends
The less it proves enough.

His allowance is used up
He's fallen deep in debt,
A simple plan comes to his mind
A plan he'll soon regret.

Maxing out his credit cards
He is Bangkok bound,
When he tries to fly back home
His new bought drugs are found.

He's now in Bangkwang prison
In a crowded, filthy cell,
He had the very best in life
He's swapped it for this hell.

Where once he dined on caviar
He now eats prison rice,
He had his pick of everything
He now picks at his lice.

Though maids once did his cleaning
He's mopping prison cells,
The guard berates him constantly
"Clean, young Englishman!" he yells.

COPYRIGHT D M PAMMENT 8th FEBRUARY 2010