Han Li didn’t much like hisself, now he thinks he’s orrsome.
He took up a plan & plenty critical chances.
Now Nam had borne herself a war & a maelstrom
& in ninety-one behind the grey sky left the foursome
fluttering—to neither Cali nor Kansas.
And they would worry mostly about finances.
Ah the existential difference, like a mission
he made many a good first impression
on all these kind folk.
He took up the pen, the smoke,
entertained popular pastimes & traditions;
fishin’ for crab ain’t no joke.
He took close note
of the few who cared to read his paltry selection.
Maybe they had the time, a modest erection,
but whatever the case he threw in with their vote.
For half-hours he perused each solitary section
for medicines to cure the soul & his throat.
