don't you love acting like a pig
caring nothing about anyone else but yourself?
if he goes away and dies
there's nothing you can do about it...
but i'd rather
see the egrets snowy white
dance on stones in the cool Han flow
stepping high and looking down
for tiny fish before they're found.
i'd rather see three butterflies fluttering by
intertwining in the milky blue sky
just as a gray-winged sage
sails south like the turn of a page
another page another sight
of peaceful flowing Han delight...
but now, i'll stand up to piss
while to the right of all my bliss
the rude intruder on our bench
perhaps he'll smell my urine stench
1-8-14
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