It was neo-twenty first century,
Where everything was replenished,
The Gong was a symbol of the Phantom Island,
Where all the Qing Dynasty's apparitions could be seen;
Donned with samfoos and qipaos,
They say the dynasty's well-alive,
Where all others have the leaning of wearing hanfus instead,
They are considered the most authentic of the Manchus.
"Where you have bathed your black money?"
Xiao-Er the waiter-ghost said,
"I have got special buns waiting for you,
Not made of other kinds but our very own."
"Have you read the book of chrysanthemums?"
Zheng-Guan the eunuch-ghost said,
"We serve tea infused with our love as eunuchs,
And we love the ghost-emperor very well."
"Please do see our special Awe-pads,"
Ma-Dang the IT-specialist-ghost said,
"You can sit there and spend the whole day,
While we wait for the pirates beyond the seven seas to e-pay."
"Come to our Phantom Nation,"
Said the ghost-emperor Shi-Ai,
"We have the most advanced neo-Qing clothes for you,
Zheng-guan will play pipa,
Ma-dang will play electro,
Xiao-Er will play the gong."
With a beating of the gong,
There it went with the Phantom nation,
Out of the room of amusing terror whatever it had been,
Out there it was only an interplay,
Perhaps,
Inside it was a cosplay,
Outside there were too many stories to tell,
To love, to cherish, to live,
Beyond all the dark secrets of Life.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
50 Poetry for a Happy Soul
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