I walk around Colombo like Genghis Khan,
Because I want to get my steppes in.
I used to roam Colombo with a camera,
before smartphones made it pedestrian.

Now I'm too rich for walking,
Unless it's for recreation.
The rich avoid hard work and pay to workout.
It's a late-capitalist contradiction.

I must admit, I suffer from the air condition.
Car ownership is class membership
And I'm a car-carrying comprador.
A bourgeois flaneur,
to whom his own country is exotic.

The beach is always within reach in Colombo,
Just follow the wind with your feet.
People of all walks flock to the beach,
To wait, mate, or just cool off.

The train lies along the coast,
And the coast is railroad ties the most,
But near the Shell sign there's a lil' coastline,
With a sandy reef where I dip my toes.

Three poems is two much,
But if you pay this beggar-blogger,
There's four.