After you left me
in Key West alone-
I would stand and stare
at Cuba for days
Hurling obscenities at Castro,
Wearing that awful
flamingo sundress-
I spent three full months wasted-
On margaritas in a villa
with an odd man
He insisted on braiding
my hair like a child-
As if we were on a lonely
Caribbean shore line
Over dosing on
Jimmy Buffett music-
Acting like a pirate and
just trying to fit in
Even the parrot on my
shoulder wasn't fond of me
I'm sick of eating pig-
on a spit and key lime pie
Everything is painted
like a piece of giant fruit-
Surrounded by mango, peaches
and of course key limes
It's summer year round here
even the sun is a giant watermelon
You said it yourself
" baby, baby, you are so very cold
and I don't need you!
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