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Hope Kills

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


Black Pagoda Patpong Bangkok



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