I Don’t Care About Your Pearls
I love roast stinking beans (Petai) rather than steak,
enjoy sleeping in my bed, rather than in a royal chamber, I love seeing
Disney’s film Snow White, the beautiful pictures and songs, rather than hearing
a tiresome grand performance in a concert Hall, or seeing a modern abstract
painting, or reading a heavy philosophy, I so enjoy traveling just to the
Saguling dam, I don’t need to travel to Alaska anymore, ... Should I hide or
feign or deny it?
And I imagine the pig scorning: “What do you want my
opinion for, you fool, you haughty man? Should I be
like you? I don’t care, like, love the ‘pearls’
what you, the world, love, praise. Eat them.
Ha. Ha.”
And I remember my naughty cat lying up on TV yawning,
playfully, teasing with her paws the performance of Beethoven’s 9th symphony
beneath her.
March 2014
This is my book. You can read it.
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