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Under The Influence

i was so damn young        
just out of high school        
 still a teen        
conditioned as we all are        
 by our era        
and surroundings        
         
 for a future musical career        
a typically modest beginning        
 a gig playing bass        
at a resort in the mountains        
         
 my few months there        
provided a lifetime of stories          
 but this one is far and away        
the most harrowing        
         
 i`m wired with          
multi-cultural curiosity        
 i`m drawn to          
what is new and alien to me        
 i`m Jewish,        
my 1st love from the Phillipines        
 schooled in Jazz          
yet drawn to Jamaican Reggae        
         
 when the Hotel`s Spanish chef        
invited me to a party        
 to hear hot native music,        
eat authentic rice and beans        
 i didnt think twice,        
had no reason to hesitate        
         
 it was me, the cook          
a half dozen other guys        
 drinkin cold Corona        
in sweltering late July        
 we smoked some weed        
back then I still got high        
 we laughed through the language barrier        
havin the time of our lives          
         
 some dude said "Yo` ese`, its hot, take off your shirt..."        
I was like "hahaha..no man, I`m alright...."        
 another added "you liftin weights muchacho?          
Your build looks real nice...."        
 "ummmmm, thanks, usin` the gym all day    
is a perk from workin at night..."        
     
 all of a sudden          
my stomach got real sick inside        
 I believe that moment          
was a crossroads in my life......    
       
 "muchos gracias amigos,        
I bid you good night......."  
        
 I was out the door amid          
protests of my flight,        
 bolted into my room,        
shut the door, locked it tight,        
 but that wasnt the end          
of my close-encounter fright        
       
 paper thin walls bled grunts and moans      
of rough sex all night          
 too much to bear for this inexperienced,    
provincial, hetero-sexual neo-phyte        
         
 I laid in bed for hours        
in a fetal position        
 blasted my headphones        
to drown screams of bondage and submission        
 yet the wattage of my walk-man        
proved tragically insufficient        
 I was forced to witness cries        
from their orgasmic emissions        
         
 I was`nt born for that lifestyle,        
narrowly escaped being sucked in        
    not by choice,      
 butt under-the-influence        
         
         
         
 
       
         
         
         
         
         
 
Written by drivelicious13 (alon aLion)
Published | Edited 16th Feb 2013
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