Goodbye Ex-Pat

They went in dragging
their bags of gold
behind them, wondering
where to spend their
fortunes first.
Bar, Villa, Hotel
San Miguel?
The people smiled
at them, fake smiles,
underneath their breath
they would say,
here they come
with their bags
full of money
raping our community.
But for now
we’ll take it
thank you.
Your money will
become ours and
when you have
none left we
will spit you out
like an olive stone.
No more Paella
no more Soberano
no more choritzo
no more tapas
for you my friend.
The sun has set
and it is time
for you to return
home.