To mark March 8, 2008 first anniversary -- One Day Later

Sometimes Desi goes over his own archives,and is amazed by some writing that he has forgotten authoring. I call this state of affairs Sweet Memory Lapse:); others call is Dementia Descending:):); you can call it anything butt bullshit!:(

March 8, 2009 passed Desi by because I was indeed running around helping a friend fulfill a March 17, 2009 DEADline. We are both MSM former journalists, so we are used to death threats and deadlines -- we take the former lightly, we take the latter dead seriously, so should it be deadly serious?

As I was saying, I was pleasantly surprised -- like a peasant tasting his first french toast wit' THREE layers of Skippy's PN butter! -- when I re-read this entree... WITH SLIGHT AMEDMENTS LIKE CARING 4TYPOS:(

PS: I plan later to add a new stanza to wit, OUT or INsyaALLAH!

Saturday, June 28, 2008

The mountain from afar

crisp air

sunny rays peepin through de clouds
of cottony blue, white and grey
i look towards the beckoning green canopy
mount furong looks breathy from afar
i stand in the valley of seremban
starting a hike of hope and breakaway
from a jungle of politcians shouting at the top of their VOICES
sweetmelody to shouters' ears
jarring to the enforced audience

almost four -- Sei in kantonis -blardy months after march 8
the chorus is still out of harmony
the conductor looking Hi&LO for his baton
the orchestra seems just imported from Great Britain
out of tune, out of mind

the mountain looks serene
Parliament House inhabitants sound a gaggle of geese

i reach the top
it's heavenly up hear
you Politikus wake up
the world is slipping us by
as you writHe in your whirlpool of self-interest
among slithery mobs of dfferent hues
but within still little mounds of cow dung
duck's tales and bull shit

i'm goin' to the mountain top
for a breather away from the din and meanness
of meanness behind that handshake
and artificial s-mile-s
mounted on mounds of dung, well-lined coattails and bullshit
of the sub-human species of Homo sapiens
we lovingly call YB ...Yang Bullshitter

PS: Composed in a moment of madness that cometh quite often post-March 8; mayhaps NegaraKu is becoming a semi-asylum,or a jungle of treehouses fool of cuckoos?slithery rattle-snakes
posted by desiderata on June 28, 2008

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