Loke Kok yee Poems

If there are a thousand refugees out there
And for nine hundred and ninety nine we cared
Can we stand up tall with our conscience clear?
And just shrug off the one left behind in fear
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Saw a picture waiting, with an image bold
With a story hidden, waiting to be told

Waiting
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Insidiously he rode in the first time around
Only slow in booting and minor glitches found
Then my programs began behaving very strange
Little was being presented the way I arranged
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There was this floozy rather old
Loves to canoodle with the bold
She would ply them with beer
Till their eyes were quite blear
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Now this floozy works as a lumberjack
Enjoys having a romp in a haystack
But you'll have to be strong
She does it all day long
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Now this floozy is a bodybuilder
She can lift you up with just a finger
But she is known to have fits
So, you better call it quits
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There was this floozy who is a bender
Sometimes unsure of his own gender
With the ladies he'll play
And also, guys who're gay
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‘twas hot and humid with a threatening sky
But the rain just would not fall
Not even a night breeze to bring some relief
While life slackened to a crawl
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