A wrong turn takes you to Fleshville

i took a wrong turn
thinking i might discover a shortcut
the road got pottier
and the lights grew dimmer
i kept walking

the road got pottier
and the lights grew dimmer
i kept walking
like johny walker would
finally, when the road was cobbled stones, and i was about to fall for the seventh time
i decided to take a cab
and then he tells me
saar, why are u walkin thru this dangerous area
he also said, underworld here

dont u know theres 'dhandha' ahead
i saw prostitues as the cab moved along
just one wrong turn in worli
and i see 'em soliciting
women of all hues, ages, states of dress and undress

he was scared
he said this stretch is bad
i was walkin from phoenix, glitzy and safe there?
but you took the turn at the signal for peninsula chambers no?
yes? so?
then the road that snakes thru peninsula to its rear
soo many prostitutes
nearly 30
makeup shakeup
must be a taxi/truck driver paradise

he said lots of pimps too
some were barely legal, looked so young and lost
who am i to judge, to each his own, worlds oldest profession
helps pay the bills in their hometown i suppose
maybe someday they'll have enough to let their daughters have a respectable life and education

*munches on my papaya*

Introduction 101

Welcome to the SS Samson, you're about to aboard a shipwreck, which still continues to linger somewhere in the Pacific.

All rules of grammar, common sense, sanity and normality will be thrown down the porthole of verbosity.

I'm still unsure what SS stands for, but the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced, it has to be 'Sinking Ship'. I'm glad ship namers have been so considerate, to decide the fate of their vessel at it's christening or jewishing or hinduishing or muslimming.

Please feel free to comment, rip, snip, plagiarize & report to incompetent or competent authorities any parts of this blog. Any ensuing debates will be done till someones death. Unless you bribe me with a dessert I haven't tried yet.

Also, any requests for critiques, comments & / or sarcastic vitriol on any person or event, living, dying or extinct, is welcome and will be honored. In American, British or a kitsche of different english variants.

I hope you enjoy your stint on board this sinking cruise liner, or you can claim your free brunch at the restaurant at the end of universe, or bandra, whichever is nearer.

S a m