This is a rerun; by popular request from a girl who sat in a kiddie ride and pretended it was a rollercoaster. I’m still waiting for you to change your Friendster picture too, yo!
Why don’t you shave? Your beard is not getting dense
You look like a pervert! Now I have no pretense
I’m not buying you teddybears and giving geography lessons
I’m tired of looking cute and pandering to your innocence
Alas curse my restlessness it was something I couldn’t evade
I found a cure for the itch by taking out a blade
This entry wasn’t in rhyme format before this. Laugh like you would when you read lame forwarded rhymes.
On Friday Chez picked me up from the office
To Bintang Walk for God forbid we miss
Our distraught friend reading poetry
Using the word ‘distraught‘ in glee
I was made unpivotal to the recital! Someone else was the title.
Of Seven Collar T-shirt there was Duan
He and his guitar, headcount was one
Cool jazz riffs, neat inversions galore
For once their melancholia was not a snore
Saturday I went down to KL Plaza again
For Hoobastank’s Battle Of The Bands
The band with the best playing
Would get to open in the grandstands
I was made a judge quickly
Beside Saiful of Y2K and a Universal lady
Between bands I itched to pick up an electric guitar
And jam with the great masked punk rocker from afar
Alas, to test guitars, we were timid
Much like one church band who hid
In them, the ability to rock out
Like how Linkin-Park-in-Malaysia regulations said “no jumping about”
We were then seen in Coffee Bean, me treated to a White Chocolate Dream.
Lunch was nasi lemak, dinner a chicken burger
Both at the same place at 3:30pm or later
I ran to Low Yat Plaza as the clouds fell
To collect price lists to use as scrap paper as well
Baby shine on me your pot of gold
From the mountains up so cold
When the sun shines I am too yellow
To embrace upon your radiant glow
Why don’t you ask, “Why is this guy blue?”
Can’t you tell green is another hue?
Until I’m done cycling in red
I will make you cast a shade
(I’ve actually recorded a demo song with this. Ask me! I have no professional training.)
I snapped the niner, will my sextet last?
This experimenter wound it down too fast
I changed my chord but resolved no tension
For time won’t afford me calculation
The law of scale says the tone I’m using
Is out of place and sounds disagreeing
Alas turning back makes for bald tires
I can’t hit the sack till the spark fires
Chemical energy swallowed
And sound energy bellowed
Oxygen and carbon dioxide
Flows in and out with the tide
Both input and output are functional
On a port that is bidirectional
At a mere half-duplex
Current lives and connects
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