By John Yau
As you may have inferred, Ka Pow is not a spicy chicken dish
Meanwhile, you are an accident waiting to repurpose yourself
Who are you to mix up languages? This is not a smorgasbord
You have to remember that you are a cylinder, a form of fodder
Meanwhile, you are an accident waiting to repurpose yourself
Why do you need an expensive phone? It won’t help you in the future
You have to remember that you are a cylinder, a form of fodder
Our company motto: other than you, no waste shall go to waste
Why do you need an expensive phone? It won’t help you in the future
Have you ever thought of joining the circus? You might find a home there
Our company motto: other than you, no waste shall go to waste
Choosing suitable punishments is an unavoidable necessity
Have you ever thought of joining the circus? You might find a home there.
If you are speaking about my place in the universe, that’s not right
Choosing suitable punishments is an unavoidable necessity
Hasn’t the sky repeatedly proven to be the most excellent manager
If you are speaking about my place in the universe, that’s not right
Memories are iridescent insects infiltrating your dreams
Hasn’t the sky repeatedly proven to be the most excellent manager
Little sphinxes, I have instructed you to the best of my ability
Memories are iridescent insects infiltrating your dreams
As you may have inferred, Ka Pow is not a spicy chicken dish
Little sphinxes, I have instructed you to the best of my ability
Who are you to mix up languages? This is not a smorgasbord
Source: Poetry (July 2017)
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