I heard of a ghost
that frequents Magaluf
so I went to the coast
to seek out my proof
The promenade was busy mind you
with feral cats strolling two by two
dogs howling with delight
at a faulty neon light
It still smells of rot
but the old guard is not
Bittersweet victory still
for a skyline of prefab infills
Bird poo everywhere
did they fear to shit when the stags were here?
My skin crawls
how did we have the gall?
Boarded bars rust n’ blister
a foreign sound, a Spanish whisper
two sisters take an evening stoll
past captain Hook and Barbie dolls
It tastes of stale grease
this walled ghetto from peace
a heavy air of sin and shame
is that why this itch won’t be tamed?
'cause we'll forever be to blame
for this fief of vice that made for fame
etched on the island’s soul forever
the package holiday of pleasure
But a stone has been lifted
the maggots have slid away
Mallorcan moss n’ weeds grow
where the neons once did glow
