The Land of Phnom Pain

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two hookers by my head;
spent all my money for a lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And after a few rounds or so,
I watched them steal my shit and go,
they rifled my stuff, all my pills,
despite my sickness and my ills.

And later while at home alone,
I read their texts within my phone;
I knew that they were full of lies,
despite all this, I sent replies.

I was a man once, before I fell,
into my little sexpat hell,
into a state, now quite insane,
The pleasant land of Phnom Pain.