haikus for chee soon juan
At Holland Village
Chee hawked his book: Your Future
My Faith Our Freedom.
What was he thinking?
Yuppies, fed fat on lattes,
turn opposition?
He'd be better off
selling bubble tea to Brits,
or foot massages.
Then again, the man
has guts, deep pockets or brain
damage. Or all three.
No question of him
being right, of course. Would
they hide things from us?
Would they? The question
stalls in the air-conditioned
air of Cold Storage.
30 August 2001 12:32 hours
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