The city of canals and red lights,
by Aram Stefanian
Not tired of its sleepless nights.
Do you feel the smell of pot and hash?
You, a numb witness of solitary lives.
You can offer more beer with French fries,
But I don't trust your deliberate lies.
We'll go Dutch and pretend to be friends
With the smiling people, yet arrogant and hostile.
For the aliens you may seem like heaven,
But for me you're just a tantalizing hell.
I can't stand your glossy merciless approach,
Yet for the majority you do ring the bell.
What if you fall asleep, being on your watch?
It's too good to be true, a total double Dutch.