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Amsterdam sandwich

Poetry

Like a little bitch,
I ate my sandwich.
On that weird kebab place,
where I don’t know si hablo ingles.

I think I oversaw
the thoughts of overall.
Maybe was that shit you gave,
that brought me back from outta space.

While sitting at the bar
I’ve wondered how far
I would be falling in love again.
Cause every corner is a new case

Bei bei spitch. 
Alles buguru osteres. Nein!
Yo no se hablar holandés.
Se penso, penso Português.

Elisabeth, where you are?
The waitress is not that far.
I feel sad for the dee jay,
today he showed all his taste.