The Ballad of Loco Oh No

Boys in the game.

Bangkok nights.  No shame.

One might come or go.

Still twas on with the show.

The other three were steady.

For the night, quick and ready.

Then came the one.

The spirit of Ono.

The end of the night.

No morning, just haze

The unholy roller.

An emotional craze

Misery she bears

Like a plague, she infects

The curse that she shares

Fearing love, she rejects

Relishing pain

Forever envious of the joys

That others will gain