MY WILL By MaHuairong

[mahuairong]

Midway in a month on the Chinese lunar calendar,
In the year of one million and one billion BC,
At the pool of an up-to-date lunatic asylum,
I happened to pick up a coin.
I threw it away at my convenience.

I fell down to the ground for overdoing it.
To my surprise,
It did not drop.
It lingered where it was in the sky,
turning with grace and elegance.
People began calling it moon.

Hence,
I developed a habit of enjoying my works.
Out of my expectation,
The sun came to obstruct.
The fogs came to obstruct
The clouds came to obstruct.
The rains came to obstruct.

It is said shot was invented later.
Discus was invented later.
Skeet was invented later.
Also geometry and astronomy were invented later.
That might be my patents politely plagiarized.

I planned to visit it some day up in the sky.
to make sure when I shall evolve into a fly
and fly in to the Forbidden City
so as to see in the official archives
my record, my birthday picture and see
the imperial pageant and the Olympic Games.

I am not a PH.D for I am not strong in mind.
I may as well read the doctorate dissertations.
It was a windy Wednesday afternoon,
back from a stroll in the academic market
I got older and sicker vomiting at every meal.
Cheat, swindler, impostor and trickster
have webbed their own internets from every corner.

Why do you spend so much on English?
Nothing else.
It would be more convenient for me
to be a better and prosperous plagiarist.
Are you not sure about the radius of the moon?
Just add four score and seven km!
Do you have an essay to come out?
Wait a minute,
the name of the teacher should go first.

Now I am two years old and fifty.
I am still energetic and terrific.
If I am remarried and have a son,
I hope he won’t become a college student.
So long as he is not so quick in calculation,
He may sell vegetables without foul play.

Surely I can do something against the prices.
I have made up my mind to turn to a vegetarian.
Nor have egg or milk for the rest of my life.
With the money saved to buy a piece of my own land.
It is not terrible to die from malnutrition.
I am gratified I have survived human history.

I like mountains and forests.
How nice it is to fly in the sky!
I like brooks and the breezes on waves.
How fine it is to swim in the streams!
Now my will is ready.
It is sad to be a human being without alternation.
It is bored to be a Chinese with burden.
With a life failure, I have no regret to bemoan.

Ding, dong, ding, dong,
Oh, I hear the death toll striking.
But it is still early.
Let me see.
The case of the bone ash I don’t appreciate
however the designs are intricate and delicate.
It is too narrow for my legs to stretch.
And larger is my thought than my brain.
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You see me, you lose me

[kino]