Billy Da Bue
Up in the reef he said!
Brazilian Veneza
I'm going to get fed there
revitalized pleasure
Up in the reef he said
Where flavor kicks strongly over rice
Where a strong dish must suffice
Otherwise you'll drop dead on your shift
There are heavy tools to lift
and no graffiti he said
A thing of beauty in the sun's drift
distant slums are bled
The hand and foot toil
while the mind doesn't think
narrow alleys stink
leftovers boil
Up in the reef
where pretty beaches speak
and Holland's legacy whispers from underneath
Bridges and infrastructure a lost colony nearing it's peak
(Recife)
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