This Is The Way I Live. Poem by SY Wong ...

My friends are beckoning me forever to join
dinner
No, I want to be alone
No. Sorry? I do not have a depression
Sorry, I could not stand the way they talk
They blow and blow some cow balloons inflated.
They blow and blow themselves so big like an inflated toad.
Oh do not disturb me.
This the way I want to live
The whistlin kettle can wait
lest I forget what to write
and miss that train of thoughts.
I love to smell flowers and plant them with a little soil just to see them strive and bring forth flowers.
Just for me to smell.
I want to plant some impossible plants like lemon
that hardly strive in this hot and humid weather.
So what I want to be angry at times.
This is the way I live.