Don’t cry for me, Argentina

Don’t cry for me, Argentina
Slovenia said it’d do it
Turkey, you can stop the song
Thailand will sing it later
No need to open doors, my Poland
It’s Belgium’s turn today
Tansania, leave my soul alone
To Sweden I have sold it

I’m off to my next odyssey. You guessed it, Argentina this time. Travel journal on its way, and hopefully better than this poem.