Cambodia you were hot and I think sweat dripped down my face the whole time,
And thanks for bills in my wallet that add up to less then a dime.
I send my apologies for the throw up I left on your soil,
But the days I was sick were absolute turmoil.
I ate a tarantula and I danced to your two songs on repeat,
But I have to go because I literally can’t survive the Cambodian heat.
I enjoyed evangelizing and riding in tuk tuks wherever we went,
But I think I am done with sleeping in my tent.
Angkor Wat you were decently cool to see,
But there is somewhere else I must now be.
Thank you for teaching me all about the genocide and S-21
And thanks for your air conditioned gas stations because that was fun.
In all honesty, Cambodia was cool and the people were so nice.
But now I’m in Thailand and I’ll still be eating rice.
