For Mr. Ron Mengzi - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

there is no one in his house
in the tropics who really know how to speak English
so he tries making monologues for himself
talking about his latest affairs
but it gets boring you know
and those in the neighborhood who hear
that he is talking to himself
think that he must have gone crazy
i want to talk to him but i am busy
always busy he complains
for i am the only who knows how to talk in English
but i am busy and so one day
Mr. Ron Mengzi walks towards the pond
and talks to the fish that he brought
from California
and there he had a nice English conversation
with the fish
all in figurative and
codified bubbles.

Some people who read this
do not think about Mr. Ron Mengzi at ll
They now talk about me
asking about my own sanity.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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