The Letter I Really Wanna Write
Old man grow vegtables
in the middle of nowhere,
you go complain...
for what?
You jog just jog round lah.
Got medal ah to tell tales?
You tell oredi what can they do?
Gahmen must act mah.
You lah!
Primary school habit right?
"Cher! That boy make me,"
"Cher! That girl take my rubber,"
Now, it's "Cher that unker grow papaya"
Now that poor old unker
has to tear down his dream,
with his own hands, somemore
All he wan is a quiet place to retire.
a secret garden, he do for 10 years you know!
an actual garden in this garden city
but no permit...
buay tahan
again I ask,
why you so liddat?
Now that poor old uncle
has to tear down his dream
with his own hands,
a dream of retiring in a space of his own,
a secret garden he has nurtured for 10 years
where he troubled no one but himself.
an actual garden in this garden city
but without a permit...
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