Couchsurfing in Amsterdam

Werewolves duely slain,
And overcoming pain

For happiness and apple pie,
Precious moments passing by.

Thoughts and laughter soothing me
Amidst a newborn family.

Drinks and music near and far
Beneath the moonlight’s rising star.

Enjoying cruel, endless poverty
That richer eyes won’t ever see.

Too brief the given time;
’Scheiße’ does not rhyme.

Wherever we might stray, in a while
Thinking back I say: ’Urgeil!’