Poems

Warning: Please don't be offended by any of the pieces. If you don't want to read, please don't, and no mean comments, thank you very much. 

Does it?

Do the clothes
Make the model?

Does the kitchen
Make the chef?

Does the classroom
Make the teacher?

Does the pen
Make the poet?

No.

Answer this:
Why does the tudung*
Make me more Muslim?

*tudung is hijab in Malay

Popularity

Popularity

A disease

Infecting us all

Slowly draining our souls

Popularity

The sin of all sins

An infestation

A parasite

Popularity

The root of all evil

Molding the future

Of Stalins and Hitlers

Popularity

I want it

Crave it

Need it.

Popularity

Go to Hell

Leper

Lenny lured the lurid leper, 
Down to the docking dingy
Rowing ruthlessly through the rough waves
Dumping the devil-infested debonair
down to damnation.


Lenny looked at the leper
Sinking soullessly in the sea
Lenny looked at the leper
"Holy Shit, it's me."

Note: I experimented with alliteration for the "Leper" poem.

Chinatown Girl

Chinatown girl
Seduced by the wealthy Malay male

Chinatown girl
Had a dream
Lost it
Never to be found again

Chinatown girl
Had a family 
Lost a husband 
Never had luxury again

Chinatown girl
Has a life
Loses nothing 
Never regret anything again

See that...

See that Malay
Walking pompously like a fat donut

See that Chinese 
Walking like an evil spy

See that Indian
Walking lazily without care

See that 1Malaysia sign 
Hanging in shame

See them walking together?
Neither did I