the smell of
freshly steamed buns
was too alluring
a bite into it
my stomach turned
my taste buds protest
in an uproar
what lousy
meat bun is this
tasting like cardboard?
i must rinse my mouth
to rid of its foulness
the smell of fresh mint
fills my toothbrush
and mouth
the television in the room
is broadcasting
about a certain toothpaste
i stared at the tube
and vomited
flopped onto the bed
stared at the ceiling
a few fine cracks
stared back at me
then a few dust of cement fell
onto my started face
as the cracks enlarged
and started to crumble
i ran out of the room
and the hotel
the awakening dragon
turns out to be
a serpent
in disgust.
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2 comments:
and by some miraculous force, tis entry won the Judges' category for the 2nd MPC Poetry Competition *blush*
wow !!!!! u r good in chinese & english poems :-)
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