My Paradise

The soothing whining of the police siren
Lulls me to sleep;
Drunks screaming in the streets,
Like sweet melodies to my ears.
Surfers paradise you are my plastic jungle;
Bleach my hair and inflate my bossoms,
bronze me till I'm georgous like a prune-
I want to be one of you!

Scrape out the contents of my brain,
I'll parade down the boulevard
in my dress up my croch like one of you.
Pay me a pittance and give me a gold bikini,
I'll smile and sell my soul for you
my paradise.

Reviews

[Nautili]

You captured what you were trying to convey beautifully."Gorgeous like a prune"-Ha! Love that line.....maybe the hairbleach took out some of the brain matter as well!

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

More complicated ... I love the words can't say I fully understand the meaning

[Bela]

Just my own expression of the constant shallowness of Surfers Paradise.

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Its good