That's a lot of firefighting for just one mad neopostcolonial Kristang Spartan.
That's the scents that you get
when the projection is that you're a poser
and that your interest in your own language is just a cheap marketing tactic
to encourage...
...what, exactly?
It was a very good effort but rather more than a little sadly
I don't understand it.
I count petals and Fibonacci sequences,
and scenes made from leaves, and dragonfruit, and dragons;
but I'm not sure where you've intended
your far too square roots to be planted.
Because this garden is not planned.
Just like how this garden is the only man
in Singapore, and so far, based on flights and very limited travel, to purposefully adore
wearing a flower.
If you have such problems with Kristang as a language of the catalogue,
then why are you in power?
Last I checked,
racism is still a huge threat
to every non-binary greengrocer
under the age of 18;
last I checked,
it's almost like you can't quite believe
your own statistics. Your own streets that teem
with hibiscuses. With very big tiger lilies,
and banyans, and whatever that other species
is, the one with a temenos so enormous
it's like all the world's some sort of sage and thyme;
all the Kristang words are a new, indefatigable forest.
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