Sang Made Budiasa - artist
I am leaving Bali, and I am sad
It’s my own damn fault, same as when happy.
Being torn from illusion can make one mad;
odd how much nonsense springs from being sappy?
How can holy hoards boarding be snappish?
Limitless yoga won’t quench some rages -
liked if you serve, but not asked “what’s your wish?”
What did Bule’s expect, if not cages?
When the world will not help Bali be well,
it will not matter - “how big's your resort?”
the demons’ll be loose and all Bali hell...
funny seeing villas turned into a fort
Now that I’m gone , I pray it won’t get worse;
if so, and my fault, it’ll be a good curse.
jts 15 November 2011
It’s my own damn fault, same as when happy.
Being torn from illusion can make one mad;
odd how much nonsense springs from being sappy?
How can holy hoards boarding be snappish?
Limitless yoga won’t quench some rages -
liked if you serve, but not asked “what’s your wish?”
What did Bule’s expect, if not cages?
When the world will not help Bali be well,
it will not matter - “how big's your resort?”
the demons’ll be loose and all Bali hell...
funny seeing villas turned into a fort
Now that I’m gone , I pray it won’t get worse;
if so, and my fault, it’ll be a good curse.
jts 15 November 2011
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