bad chinese poetry revealed
ancient text unearthed! here are some of the poems of a dude-san we feel sure will become one of your favorite
ancient asians!---to-fu!
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the mist hangs above the mountain.
the sky is an empty bowl.
hey-- that's not pork in the rice is it, huang?
the stag calls for his love on mount tsing-do.
i stand with my robe open in the evening
& catch the scent of my love, all these
years later. she ate chicken & let the pots
sit out all night. i chased her off with a stick.
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and the found fragments of froh-zen poetess, noh-wei:
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for five days i
let down my hair
before my mirror
in the moonlight.
for five days you
did not come.
now i have bound
it, tightly
and your
sorry white ass
shows at my door.
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ho-wei's robes are like the gates
of a big city, with many in and out
and a big stinking mess to show for it.
my robes are the closed lotus,
dipped in wax. his tiny chopstick
cannot unfold the petals. ha, ho-wei!
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