CHINESE DREAM 2
The brain is zoned! no Chinese here, no bro
there, no silk road, and still no promises.
But poets’ purposes
need exploiters, readers. Timothy’s o-
ppressed. Honored gentlemen, y u no shame,
make poor Chinaman take the blame?
Confucius say that all chinks come to grief,
but what he know? We do a fan-dance, sir,
one scrape, one fumble,
if that make you feel like you inspire! Thief,
Columbus, what you call, mister; just give us
one Chinatown.
—Charlie Chan, or Fu Manchu: so sorry
we illegal & we home. How you feel?
Sun rise still in east.
—So hard. Chonged or chinged, though, Ch’ing & Ming.
Excrusion act, say Chinese go home.
I no home to go.
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