Phone Plan
Outside it looks like a vintage photo,
It’s sepia tone,
China Telecom calls and I say,
Leave me alone,
I don’t want to upgrade my phone,
That shit gets expensive.
The Bookworm
At the Bookworm I’m sipping on wine,
Books line the walls,
Outside the streets are covered in grime,
Jazz on the inside,
Coupled with heat it’s feeling divine,
Then I ride my bike.
Hotpot
Tumble weed blows on the forum,
An expression of life in Chengdu,
Write some hotpot poetry for em,
Watch out for that spice,
Your tastebuds and your tongue are foreign,
Don’t forget to order baijiu.