People think that Amsterdam is an exciting city,
Full of life, full of fun, full of cheap beer and drugs
And easy to buy thrilling hardcore porn films galore.
But there is another side to this Dutch metropolis
Believe me, I know, I have been there, squire,
And I have seen it in all its drug-filled horror.
I was there one balmy eve, just off the Leidseplein,
With my older brother, a kind and gentle man
(although physically not very pretty),
When a gang of Surinamese youths,
Sky-high on crack cocaine, or whatever filth,
Attacked us, mugged us, use what words you wish,
It doesn't matter, the result was the same.
And they left him lying there in the gutter,
His skull cracked and seriously brain-damaged,
And for what, I hear myriad voices query,
Well only a few dozen over-valued Euros and a tube of K-Y.
He dragged out a miserable half-alive existence,
For a few Hellish months in a city hospital;
O ye gods, I shall not be going to Amsterdam again
(with or without a Dutch cap, may I add tentatively).
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Author:
Barry Hodges (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2020 11:30
- Category: Humor
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Brian here - Good Afternoon BARRY - Welcome to MPS. Thanks for your first Poem - more like Black Humour ! I like the structure of your poem - free verse but full of rhythm ! Amsterdam does have a sleezy reputation but we enjoyed our visit. Loved the canals - all the bikes - the coffee & the tulips & windmills in the region. We did not like the Open Prostitution - Porn Shops & Drug Scene like Vanity Fair ! The content of your elegant poem is very very noir !
Thanks for sharing - I have addeed you as a Friend - OK
Yours BRIAN.
Open prostitution is better than none at all. Open porn shops are better than sleazy backstreet ones.
Oh Barry - an unthinkable horror to lose a loved brother to these drug-full terrorists in Amsterdam's metropolis - - - a really haunt of a read along with a welcome to M.P.S.
I was well shot of him. Managed to get hold of his bank card and PIN before the cops got there.
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