rainbow mercenary
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In the lounge the sea of cultures is overwhelming;
bright excitement of nations bursting through every conversation.
Yet although I recognizes the subtle nuances of each
none of them fills the longing that is burning deep.
My special set of demons makes my type much sought after here;
easy to maintain, eager to please and ruthlessly profitable.
Without a home port to speak of I am only a mercenary here;
Making them rich in our uncomfortable sort of symbiosis.
For who has any idea of the deep embers in my heart
Fueling me through this plastic food chain of life?
Still feeding on the Savannah soil staining my blood
it searches for camp fires and strange sounds in the night.
Restlessly hoping for a secret rendezvous with a sleek spotted cat.