Three day trip LIsbon to Jhb

I am back, I am back
I'm feeling spaced out
slimmer, not a sack
I am puking as a spout

I will feel better, normal
three days to get here
in ways not all formal
I wish I had been a seer

first the car they dishonour
then take without receipt
without notice on the hour
the broken mirror, deceit

then the flight is no more
and was for tomorrow
can't get back to the boer
doesn't help to feel sorrow

Boarding house, hotel?
taximeter is metering
anything even brothel
I need place of sleeping

time passing, sleeping
plastic food in between
what time are we leaving
from this plastic canteen?

no taxi, we're late
we may lose the plane
luggage have to freight
a pre-seat we must obtain

nice flight, a bit bumpy
seat right at the back
of a metal tube dumpy
let's try and hit the sac

pill doesn't work
teeth lost in transit
a confusing cirque
cover me with a blanket

maputo airport, confusion
visas, luggage, boarding passes
requested bribes in profusion
such nice friendly lasses

joburg at last, no problems
we arrived right on time
luggage where it should be
there, of the family the prime

disoriented, blame the pill
I am puking, no end
or it could be the chill
to business I must attend

five days have passed
since sao teotonio I have left
after a long trip aghast
I am normal, I was bereft

Now a problem has arisen
what airline to take next
or should I a jet imprison
and fly as the Kings expect