Private: Poetry

November 8, 2019 • 2 min read • Essay

Joshua was eating dinner at McDonald’s

at 11.33pm

alone and

unnoticed

among smartphones and

laughing young people and

the new Grilled Chicken Sandwich

which stank of oil and

sin

he thought

if he vanished right away

very likely

no one would

give a shit

Sensitive Young Wrecks

She walks around school dressed in all black

Eyes meet — she’s looking for a fight

Every word she speaks drips with spite

She’s afraid I know that for a fact

We’re alive but we talk about death everyday

Our teachers told us whatever you do don’t be gay

And to tell you the truth

I can’t feel anything these days

It’s all right to be alone (x2)

You don’t have to be lonely

Just take out your phone

And start playing PUBG

She’s sitting in the back of the lecture hall

We sat together cause your friends weren’t there

With you it’s like talking to a wall

Have we forgotten what it means to care

Don’t ask if you’re ugly you look pretty fine

Just kidding you’re ugly but so am I

Did you really just call me a five

When I gave you a nine

It’s all right to be alone (x2)

You don’t have to be lonely

Just take out your phone

And start playing MLBB

I guess we’re lousy people but

We don’t have to be lousy alone now.

Who am I? (A riddle)

My happiness

Is your joy

Your sadness

Is my suffering

Who am I?

When you begged for nourishment

I gladly complied.

I went above and beyond

Your satisfaction is mine

Who am I?

When you left

I was not sad

Your growth is proof

of my sacrifice

Who am I?

At your birth

I was with you

At your death

I pray that I went first

Who am I? I ❤ SS

Shall I compare thee to an HDB?

No, thou art not government-provided.

O! Thou art the warm home which comforts me,

Born not of Fate, but own will decided.

Thou always knowest the best words to say,

Like the pastor charged with misuse of funds

Or insurance men in the month of May,

Thy life-saving planning doth leave me stunned.

Throw chance to the wind, apply BTO.

Send our children to piano lessons

And violin practice, pizzicato!

My love and I, the ultimate Asians.

Now, as we wait for my next pay cheque,

Come and lepak with me at the void deck.

F A S C I S T (A riddle)

I am long and short,

Big and small.

I am your soul’s fort:

Transparent, till a fall.

Day and night, I am invisible

Yet I would take a bullet for you.

My master, the criminal,

Sadist, torturer, cruel fool.

What am I?

Hougang Hamlet / Afterword

People look at you, you’re scared

People don’t look at you, you wonder why

Text them, risk the status quo

Don’t text them, regret eternally

Order a McSpicy, risk gaining weight

Don’t order one, go hungry tonight

Have peace, suffer boredom

Have war, suffer hatred

Choose life, suffer for a lifetime

Choose death, wonder what could have been

Have a choice, suffer indecision

Have no choice, bemoan oppression

Hougang Hamlet is

the Pagliacci of the 21st century,

writing poetry at his $7/h part-time job.

collection of poems written for an intro-level creative writing class.