It's true.
Where did I come from?
How did I take rejection
literally lying down on my couch, shirtless,
with so much non-schadenfreude
that it's impossible I learned it at the school
where I taught my last government classes;
didn't the undemocratic brief from the other agency say
that if there's one thing that really gets under his collar
it's unfair treatment?
What the hell?
How did this fella ---
do himself so fine?
How did this fella learn to read, and write, and dance between the lines?
Define
what fella means,
and I'll show you a rascal who
embedded his own role into the new Kristang alphabet,
dragon, tiger, otter, and everything else:
body, mind, heart and soul.
Rascal now begins with
Raskul.
Ngua adrazang ja konstrah di nada.
Raskul
Adra
Sinyera
Keris
Ubda
Lembri —
isti letra impodih.
Isti osura ngka berdadi.
Sing of it, then,
light my pyres
and eat the fish-lion once again.
You should taste nothing.
No sense of timing, and neither should you secretly enjoy running from the Dreamtiger in your mind's telling.
Barren sand.
Reclaimed land.
A life told in wristbands.
This body of work cannot possibly be Singaporean.
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