I don’t know use my tongue
Or simply don’t want to use
For tell a enough requirement
From a woman – not a wife, a land
Not more a wish but a refuse
With cross fingers holding a bomb;
And your pest – plastic – tongue
With your best – plastic zone
Is that started the beginning
Of an end struggling how a fishing
On a island of Styrofoam or Hong Kong…
In the Opium War: A victim Stoned.
