one lonely night


they sat on a cardboard, surrounded by cigarette smoke, they lied there, they rolled there in front of their parents. it was at bugis at 2150hours


"Farqued up kids, Farqued up parents" i lamented
"Farqued up race" sai chipped in

"So do you still hate kids now?" hasif asked me
"Hmm, ya. i still hate them. Let them suffer" i replied

"Let's walk (away)" hasif said
"OK" sai said
"why? lets watch the torture..." i hollered

"...I was brought up that way..
and they should feel what i felt" i added

10 seconds later


"you know why you were brought up that way? whats your race?" sai joked


i rest my case. the kids at least had a trolley to ride in. i didnt. bahh...

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