Ballad Of A Junkie Poem by Ibnu Din Assingkiri
Ballad Of A Junkie
I looked across
Jalan Ali, Muar
with a view
so blank
as empty as
my glass of Pepsi
agape; thirsty
In the smoking corner
licking generous salt
of cold French fries
attentively collecting
destructive cholesterol
(blue Chettiars' Building
looking on with pity)
Suddenly out of the blue
it said 'O junk food junkie,
stop whacking
your blood vessel
do not dress-up
your naked heart
with saturated fat.'
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4/25/2024 6:39:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this. Junk surely is jeopardising.