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Hope Kills

  • Written by Anonymous
  • July 3rd, 2015
  • 3 min read




The lady in line at the 7-11


5 hungry kids at home from 3 different dads but she’s not buying bread


She clings to a case of beer, carton of cigs, and 20 tickets to heaven


Her life is a nightmare but the lotto is her last shred of hope


Lloyd doesn’t get sad


When Mary tells him he has a one in a million chance


“So you’re saying I got a chance….YEAH!”


He’s still got hope


Marx has often be quoted saying that religion is the opiate of the masses


He meant that people would not rebel against their government


They would suffer horrible disgraces


All because religion gave them false hope


It may seem foolish to us


The 2 week millionaire falls in love


He just got off the Airbus


And he’s been hooked by a Pattaya Shark


But you have to understand


Before Sam got to sin city he lived every day


A prisoner in a cubicle with no hope of an escape plan


Taking orders from two bosses


One boss complains about his TPS reports


The other just yelled for sport


Until the day she left and now he’s paying her support


For the privilege of seeing his kids every other weekend


He works a job he hates


Sam lives in a studio while she lives in the house he bought


That’s where his ex and her boyfriend cohabitate


And to make it worse the kids call him Dad


A man divorced with a bald dome


Middle aged and a little thick around the middle


Doesn’t stand a chance of finding a young stunner back home


But then he steps onto the Soi


Saved his money for this trip


So he could live like a Rock Star in the city of sin


And then he met Jipp


She gives him something like love


She gives him sex and affection


He feels wanted and young again


They sleep naked every night and he loves her soft brown skin


No gowns and socks in bed like all the girls back home


Jipp tells him her hard luck story


About her kid back home and the Thai man that left


She wants to quit the bar really


She will be his if he would only send a little money


It wasn’t the sex or the holding hands


It wasn’t feeling like a teenager in love


Wasn’t the sweet talk or pats on the ass


She hooked him with hope


So he made an escape plan


He had a girl waiting for him


She was back home in Isaan


He just had to send 30,000 baht every month


He cashed his IRA to buy the land


She was to build a house


Next to her mom in Isaan


Where they could live like a happy family


One day he would leave his cubicle farm


Say Fuck You to his boss and his ex


Move to paradise and be an Ajarn


Living his dream with his young brown bride


Every day he toiled but now he had a smile on his face


When he thought of Jipp


He was living for more than drinking on Friday with his mates


A light at the end of the dull tunnel of his life


But then he got a message from Steve


Steve was on vacation sauntering down Walking Street


Snapped a photo of Jipp walking arm in arm with a tall Swede


Wearing her bar girl clothes and no shame in her eyes


Sam calls Jipp and she says no


It wasn’t her she with mom


Back to the bar she would never go


She cries on the phone and he believes


But it gnaws at him just the same


It eats at him every day that he works to send her money


So finally he gets on plane


He will see with his own eyes


Sam gets a taxi to the scene of the crime


He’s got a fever burning his brain


He has a bad feeling in his gut the whole time


He wants to believe her – he needs to believe


He gets to the street


He walks into the bar


From where they would first meet


And there she was dancing by a pole


Now Sam is poised on the ledge of the hotel balcony


Ready to join the Bangkok Flying Club


Gone is his girl and his money


But what really killed him is she took away his hope