the tale from the hill

This was a story

I heard it long ago

Staying up on the hill

On a campfire of dancing souls

The man I knew

He came to share his tales

One of those stories

We young adults glued into it

“I drive downhill

One day going to KKB town

Along the meandering road

I see a Malay girl wanting a lift

I stop my old car winding down the window

She comes over ask if she could thumb a ride

I say yes since I am on my way to KKB town

Along the drive I start a conversation

“You want to earn extra money?”

She looks at me and asks what it is

“I say you know what to do don't you

I pay you $50 for the ride home”

The Malay girl never declines

She wants it so do I

Along the side I drive in

There in the car we have our frolics

I never know her name

I never see her again

It is exciting while it lasts

I just hope to see her

But I never have the chance”

Up on the hill

Of the cool climate of burning souls

There are many tales to be told

Of ghosts, love interest, sex with dog and one night stand

And many interesting characters registered on the hill