What if they forgot to collect your soul
in the middle of the story?
You ransacked the dragon king
and wiped out all monkey names in hell.
A moment's hesitation could ruin the movie.
Suddenly you might be happy ever after,
with your iron pillar bearing magic,
and your brothers,
who've always suspected you were different.
Your hairs clot the washing machine.
The headmaster finds you too hairy.
And upstairs, the party will happen without you:
They will beef up their body from the fruit of trees,
all thousands of its pink bearing immortality.
You wage havoc battle,
of which you hear only filled tummy.
there're voices coming.
They're coming for the feast.
Examine your direction:
Beyond the Jasper Pool, the treasure chamber
are gourds of elixir.
Beyond, you tread the clouds
a leap of thousands miles,
and you wait for the five pillars,
to piss on.
*My last poem for the SingPoWriMo 2015 challenge in April, Day 23. The prompt was 'write a poem parody of a poet in the style of that poet'. I chose Ng Yi-Sheng's Ne Zha which is one of my favourite poems.
Original version: here