Expectations

You  expect me to become as cruel as yourself

Through your selfish needs and wants.

That will haunt you toward this day.

Betray by society itself.

You rebel with a narrow mentality.

But in actuality, you are but a blood thirsty leech.

Who wouldn’t even have the capacity to beseech with consideration.

Frustration ignites my fumes consisting aggression for thou presence.

Constantly questioning every aspect within the house as if you own it.

Have you ever heard the metaphor?

Don’t shit where you eat?

Of course not.

You barely graduated high school with that level of intelligence.

Hence making you a mere pawn.

Spawn by stupidity.

Typically pleasuring yourself by conversing via webcam.

Spamming every technological device with viruses.

In order to compensate your wants but not needs.

Your level of conversation never exceeds the use of immature morality.

Unwilling to change for the sake of your children.

Honestly, you can never finish any objective you begin.

Might I suggest going back to College?

Oh wait, you registered for classes your first year.

And never even bothered to show up.

Was it fear of actually becoming an intelligent human being?

Or the amount of commitment for this journey.

Just like your children.

You aren’t even obligated to them.

How long has it been?

When you actually spent time to ask what they’ve learned in school today?

Without condemning yourself into chat rooms.

Assuming you had higher authority in class.

Passing out drunken verses of Karaoke.

While secretly smoking weed in a bong.

Like a cradled crack head begging for more of the devil’s burnt vapor.

Being a hater of success.

You suppress everyone into a cycle of abuse.

While using everyone toward your advantage.

You manage to manipulate my sister in this conception of being a dedicated father.

Farther down the line, she attempts to escape this chain of humility.

In reality, you use the kids as an excuse for the abuse you endure.

Sure its for the future of living as typical normal Asian family.

You continuously undergo agony for feeling lonely in bed without him.

Limbs covered with marks of bruises, scars, and black eyes.

Why would you enjoy the pain for this false love?

Being shoved into the painted white walls.

Towards the point of having your son being slapped across his face.

For the sake of not taking his cough medicine.

Even though he was screaming in vain for his pain.

Can you explain thou sense of morality of hitting a child is acceptable?

How incredible naive you must be in this forsaken world.

Who prefers to establish an unstable relationship with him.

Swimming into the pool of misery

Like zebras sipping in a crocodile infested lake.

Wake the fuck up from this corrupted status.

Quit being an actress

Disguising your sense of reality with this insecure man.

Why can’t you understand and glance

At the fearful sight your children are perceived.

While he sits there not giving a damn about everyone else.

I’m done caring for this disgusting drama you call love creating.

Go ahead and carry on the tolerance of his sprite.

What right do I have to disturb your loving family values you acknowledge so much.

I honestly hope he ends in crutches by my fists.

Knowing how risky my reaction will snap

With wrath for his actions.

Amuse me please.

By pleasing yourself more with his given satisfaction to be.

Since he will forever be your only affectionate option. 

Koi Fish Getaway

Hey you!
Yeah you with the curiosity. 

How’d you like to mingle with some Asian persuasion?

Now how can you resist this clean shaven face?

Trying to embrace the fact, this Asian man is asking you out.

Without having second thoughts, you reject him.

Was it the size of his chinked eyes.

Or the notorious lie about his small penis.

I can tell you first hand.

It isn’t about the size.

It’s all about the motion of the ocean. 

I can guarantee we will make beautiful babies.

Now ladies has that stirred up thoughts?

We are generous when it comes to love.

But that isn’t enough is it?

All you can see is failed attempts from a short motherfucking Asian.

Who you believe has no confidence nor masculinity to approach women. 

But real talk though, can you ladies really catch up

While I keep you up all night long.

Making you scream in harmonized tongues of Chinese to Japanese.

Easing your hormonal cravings

Taming the lotus flower with my hidden dragon.

And then you wake up the next day.

With the sun rays blinding your vision

You say whud happen?! (Asian Accent)

Did we actually fuck?

Why yes, and tough luck!

Are you loves struck now by my oriental seduction?

Must you need acceptance from parental approval?

For them to say we want him

But no!

They simply can’t look past the yellow brick road of my skin.

Since it will compromise thousand years of genetics. 

Seems like they are merely afraid to accept culture.

Which is pathetic if you ask me.

Yeah I’ve been there…

In the living room full of family portraits

Staring to their cold iris’

Waiting for a sudden move from me to fuck up

Then using that motive to say she has poor taste in choosing this Jackie Chan impersonator.

Hating her for choosing an Americanized Stir fried wonton.

They continue to carry on the dreadful conversation involving the blunt question.

How do you guys like your dog meat?

Thus defeating the purpose of this conversation.

Fixated on ruining my self esteem through these infinite stereotypes.

My life is but a gasp of telling society to shut the fuck up.

But when it comes to clubbing?

You know there will be Vietnamese Karaoke.

But when it comes to saying, let’s eat.

You know I’ll be passing out from food comas for lunch in Chinese dim sum.

Pleasing my hunger, you can never get enough of Vietnamese pho.

Sadly, some Japanese mochi will be great.

To cool off from this scorching damn heat!

I may be American, but I know my roots

Aromas of balut will surely cause disputes amongst foreigners.

Who are even lured by scents of chicken adobo and lumpia.

Your stomach will be satisfied to the point, you are under amnesia.

Then your mind will create a sensation of bliss.

Listen to the sizzled cracks of bulgogi being tossed upon the grill.

Your body will feel mesmerized with every bite.

At long last, your eyes lit up

Over the stench of Wasabi, Kimchi, and Pickled Carrots.

Let’s end this dinner with some dessert

Of course I would prefer some mango shaved ice

Which is better than endless supplies of rice every fucken day…?

That I often pray for my grandma to cook something else besides pan fried noodles.

And I tell her in Vietnamese, as long it isn’t a poodle I’m fine.

Whine as Asian elders bitch in their Motherly tongue

About shaming the family values in becoming a doctor, lawyer, or engineer.

Causing more beneficial needs towards their greedy desires.

Leading into constant rants that involve eat more don’t exercise.

Or else you waste food.

Even Asian lectures concerning of marriage.

Like they’ll say.

Oh you marry her, no exceptions . (Asian Accent)

And I’m putting my foot down

I want some love of different flavors!

I don’t care if she is Vanilla, Chocolate, or strawberry.

I just wanna make some fucking Neapolitan babies.

The oxygen from constant wax on and wax off won’t do shit to snatch love.

Only you can choose to chase after that honeycomb.

Unless you wanna be alone for the rest of your life.

Pleasuring your dick through every click of porn.

Endlessly within the dorms.

The storm is here and she needs to be quenched.

Cause the thirst is very much alive.

Asian replenishing is being circulated through her perception.

Allowing her to flourish

We have been multiple targets

From block busting in neighborhoods

To the Chinese exclusionary act of families

The Immigration Act of 1924 on limitations

Vietnam War to World war two

Relocation of Japanese Internment camps

Thus create tension amongst Americans to accept Asia into their lives.

I want to be more than your kung fu master

More than Accountant tracker

Doctor, lawyer, and engineer

I want to be the final piece to your puzzle. 

Undistinguished Passions

Thousand drops of rain explain how strange we are.

From strokes of brushes

Toward fused colored schemes

Create extreme tensions of what Art is.

If it were his decision.

He would paint thee Mona Lisa.

If it were his decision.

He would chisel thee statue of David.

If it were his decision.

He would paint the school of Athens.

If it were his decision.

He would sculpt penitent Magdalene.

Why does it seem obscene to pursue art?

Must we embark upon surrealism.

In order to truly glimpse into the future with a vision.

Precision through streaks of water colors.

Dance anxiously over naked canvases.

Leaving bled footprints of pigment.

Scattered across in an instant.

But if you listen closely.

You could hear thee splash of puddles as the paint brush pivots.

Limits of the imagination will continuously be mere minutes.

Thus making art itself explicit.

Many who glanced at passion have the preconceived notion of wickedness.

Art is not merely an object to cash on.

It is truly passion in our spirits.

Lit by burning desires wired by awareness.

That very fragment of reality is evolving.

As if we were to stare at illusions as if they are a speck of existence.

But ever since the inspiration of marbled giants toward figments of the imagination.

Being revived upon illustrations.

Forming a widespread invasion into millions of undiminished minds.

Therefore binding the mentality of virtue.

Releasing insights upon issues.

From initially sketching a concept with context.

Results in projecting those idealism throughout the world.

Swirl as audiences distinguish symbolism inside a portrait.

Like orphans searching for their biological parents in society.

Sanity was flawless to achieve when thou art becomes legendary.

But when reality fades away from fame.

You name will be remembered through the test of time.

Forever Done

Retail you must have to work at least once in a life time.

Now is it a crime to be forced to smile while aggravating customers shoot glares at thou.

As if you caused a foul in a football game.

Even though we continuously repeat its company policy.

Customers still stalk me in an effort for revenge.

Yikes!

Like a screaming baboon chasing soon for their prey.

Well you know what, fuck that.

I chose to stay.

Why don't you hurry up and pay for your purchases.

Instead of acting like a clown in a circus.

And before you leave why don't you thank me for my service.

Knowing all the money in the would only leave you worthless.

Flirtatious Trials

I remember how approaching women was a nightmare.

To be even, I've had my fair share of rejections.

Questioning myself why me?

As you can see I'm short.

Who has to report to higher standards of masculinity.

But really my ego becomes shattered by being turned down by six foot amazons.

Why I approach them?

Then why the hell not?

But every time I converse, my tongue converses itself into a knot.

Like spiraled film within a VHS tape.

Was it really my shape and size?

That defines my masculinity in attraction.

Or was it my performance of action from pleasuring her desire.

I'm not in dire need for love.

Maybe encounter from the opposite sex would be nice.

But they probably ponder twice to pursue an Asian.

Who we are known to cause persuasion for every occasion.

Why must society label our shortened penis!

Even Venus and Mars are lovers.

Sirens

Can you hear that?

Those are screeching sirens.

As thee firemen slash the totaled vehicle.

Encasing thou legs like a cave collapsing into itself.

Do you believe your wealth will save you from death?

Can you even accept death?

Slowly your breath shrivels.

While your arms cringe from dislocations.

Having the incisive sensation of burning ashes.

Hush as your eyes slip into darkness.

Hearing suspenseful screams

Hoping it would seem like a dream.

Now rewind and rewind.

When you are behind a Chevrolet.

Texting the family I'll be there soon.

Never assuming doom from that last text.

Wrecked!

Flex as your muscles tighten the wheel's grip.

Flipped!

As the car spirals like a cyclone.

Sliding upon the freeway as if you are a launched paper airplane across the table.

Cradling yourself from impact.

Face smashes repetitively into the windshield.

While your hands are still attached to the steering wheel.

Can you feel it?

How about now?

How about now!

How could you allow yourself to be ignorant!

For an instant, your family trusted you with responsibility.

Now its sad to foresee your dignity shattered.

Splattered with endless shrapnel of metal and fractured glass.

Enough with the sass.

Look at yourself.

Can you feel that blistering scar written upon your face.

Wishing to erase those flaws.

Sadly in the eyes of the law, you are guilty.

For quickly ending a text.

Leading into casualties the next.

Why so perplex?

Do you really believe in ignorance knowing you are the main suspect.

Expect to compensate for time.

Do you feel alive from this adrenaline rush of speed?

Because succeed in murder indeed.

Devil's Brew

How do you escape reality?

Will it involve raping thou organs with the sip of booze.

Why would you choose to satisfy yourself with this poison.

Was the noise of the baby's plea too drastic?

How about thou fantastic conception to create a child.

Whose wild endless dreams will seem like piped request.

Why can't you accept responsibility without causing infamy.

Is your dignity at stake for your mistakes you've passed upon your children.

When will you consider redemption for your sins.

By the taste of those moist lips upon thee alcohol's tip.

Will only result in clustering of the heart.

Apart from expressing distressed love.

Like doves intertwining across thee pond.

Fond of off springs you glance.

Into the distance just grasping for a can.

Like an orphan asking for seconds, who then is beckoned with remorse.

Of course you wouldn't give a damn.

Just cramming amounts of cash from your hidden mattress stash.

And when you drink in repetitions.

Your sense of morals are driven into a spiral.

Like cars hydroplaning upon the freeway on a rainy morning.

Sworn by promises of giving up this addiction.

Have only left thou afflicted with second guessing yourself.

Lectured day in and day out.

Without your devil's blood, you are nothing but a hollow shell.

Truth be told, you say you lost your sense of reality.

When really reality actually left you.