Sunday, May 28, 2006
The Retard-Singapore Man
I was drifting down the empty air
Of folk of bruised heads and wide-eyed awe
And I asked a man where he lives
And replied did he "Singapore."
"Where I see beauty as an unraveling butterfly
With the adored amazement of a little child
Where life springs from the spiritual well
And indulgence is knowledge that killed my heart"
The silly, moustache blind retard
Gouged fish ball eyes and mee-hair
Shackled by laughter at his own non-existence
And the massacred truth of his disagreeable air.
But then he brushed my hair
And he brewed a love tear
The medicine for knowledge fever me
As I drank the fluid happily, beauty bloody tea
He sang to me
"My spirit cannot live much longer
So I'll simply follow the cross that's etched somewhere
Perhaps it's a scar of blinded truth, mezzotint imagination
Perhaps it's the death of knowledge"
But all I know,my Lord
For I am the timeless Retard-Singapore Man
The earth's living water and spiritual hand.
talithachin11:21 pm
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