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Killing For Karaoke

Walang hiya, mamatay na ako, pero pag sabihin--
hintay mo ako, dito sa Blogosphere, dito:
ang buhay natin parang pilo

Hindi aking hamo "dahil walang dahil",
pangatawanan: America ikaw may-ari nang Manila

neon ilaw, 7 Elebens, wagas karaoke
Catolico-techno malaking manika
milyones pataygutom
daandaan batang-lansangan, burang
sa alaala. Walang-mukha

anong postmodern? Lahat ay bitbit nang micropono ilalim,
sinag. Walang Christo dito.

----------------------------------------------------------------english translation--->

Without embarrasment, I'll die now, but that's like saying-
wait for me, here in the Blogosphere, here:
our lives are hopscotch

I don't mind "because there's no because",
face the consequences: America you own Manila

neon lights, 7 Elevens, pure karaoke
Catholic-techno blow up doll
millions dead hungry
thousands of street kids, erased
from memory. Without face

what is postmodern? Everyone carries
a microphone beneath,
halos around the heads of saints. There's no God here.


-Clippy