Their well-known tolerance Does not extend to pedestrians In the designated bike lane. Ann Frank’s house had a long line Even in the off-season And cost too much besides. The Sex Museum was more fun anyway And aren’t we all Jews and Gentiles alike Prisoners of sex? Don’t judge me For looking in a lustful way And not feeling the least bit sorry For the third-world woman in the window In the sin red panties Smoking a cigarette. This is Amsterdam Where van Gogh lost an ear For love Where coffee comes with cannabis And is served below sea level. Who am I to question Whether this is right or wrong Or when the great flood comes Whether the levees will hold. Published in Chronogram Magazine