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Part 2: Singapore Poultry Scene.

There was a show on arts central about singapore poetry scene a few weeks back. On that show, I distinctly heard the poet (don't remember his name) commented about the local poultry scene of being dull, and everyone only write about trees and the environment... Yes!!! The local "poultry scene"! He kept repeating that several times. You may think its really corny, but he really said that, unintentionally of course. Anyway I got inspired after listening to some songs on my mp3 player when I was studying and decided to write a "poem" using the lyrics (modified) from those songs. Its quite duh lah, so don't laugh too much okay? You'll find them familiar if you listen to English songs.


Modern Day Love Story.

shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
on a live wire right up off the street

He took a week's
Vacation to forget her
His girl took a weeks' worth of
Valium and slept

Her drug is a heartbreaker
His love is a lifetaker

By the time he hears the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste

Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust and fallen on his pride

How long how long will he slide
Separate his side he don't
Don't believe it's bad
Slit his throat
It's all he ever

So, he can wait
He knows it's too late as she's walking on by
Her soul slides away
But don't look back in anger
Don't look back in anger
She heard you say
Short note: my right foot is hurting. hope I can still walk tmr morning when I wake up. its the same foot which I sprained a couple of months ago while playing bball. Ironically, it was the first time I played bball again on sunday night, since spraining my leg.

P.S. They are showing the Chelsea vs Bayern instead of the Juve vs Liverpool as stated in the Programme Guide. mmmmmm...... and the match has just started!
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