Monday, January 26, 2009
At the table
Money thrown across
Faces sour at the thought.
Two pairs form a team,
Yet fighting their individual wars
Smashing with each draw
Clashing with call,
The scene turns ugly,
When the winner takes it all.
The mouth that shouted
Greetings of prosperity
Now mouthed the uncouth,
Losing breeds vulgarity.
Deep in thought, loss in numbers
A second's folly and the pile crumbles,
"Shit!", one man wins what another won
One smile of glee leaves another forlorn.
Yet at the end of the journey,
When the compass returns to north
Everyone will realize,
None are at a loss.
Happy Chinese New Year (Cannot stand the NIU year greeting, damn lame)
Mahjong. haha, unproductive yet simply entertaining.
