there’s something special
about hearing a familiar tune
on another’s speaker; there’s
something cool in those bars
of rhyme and reason. do tell,
why did you not say before?
there’s something calming: seeing
a typeface you use to write
poems each day for a month or
“the quick brown fox jumps
over the lazy dog.” you’re
another with which I have similar.
would it not be better for us
to grow old together; friends
lazing at a hawker center, with
kopi o and whatever the future
can bring us. newer magazines
of chili crab coastlines, a new
design, a sense of rhyme, a
new aesthetic, and a tune of mine
def am_i_fed_up(learning, language):
if language == "python":
elif language == "japanese":
if learning <=4:
print("Not any time soon… But when?")
am_i_fed_up("this is too", "hard")
golden logic are etched upon neo-green walls of microcities.
towering plastic structures are home to more than one instruction
binary state, upwards battle, uphill climb, electric saddle
it’s time to learn, one more language, one too many, magic puzzle
one one zero zero one one one zero zero one zero one
this fancy rhythm; it means fun; three thousand, three hundred, one.
algorithm, one more done, one more error, no more fun.