Tuesday at Cheongster Cafe: Sound and Fury
by Felix Cheong
SINCE my MP-wannabe says he’s my servant –
And he’s certainly adamant
When he staked out his turf,
Swore he’s all out to serve –
I shall inspect his ‘O’ level cert
For any eugenic defect at birth.
I shall shine a torch into his ear channels
For any evidence of the PSC panel.
I shall feed him my household chores;
Make fleas flee my dog,
Peel potatoes, mope the mop,
Find out where my wife hid my tots.
I shall watch in awe –
After he’s dirtied his overalls –
At a kopitiam across the street,
As his designer broom gently sweeps.
I hope he does not take too long,
This domestic helper on a song.
I hope he does not let his bodyguards
Do the work for a laugh.
For every glass he drops,
He recites the pledge on the hop.
For every speck of dust remains,
He has to sing Majulah again.
I shall check on the work
And tell him what it’s worth.
I shall high-beam him in the eye,
Once he’s straightened up his tie:
“Are you harping and eager
For my vote now and five years later?
Do you still believe you’re my servant
Or is it all PR jargon?”
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