If you feel like China breaking, feel like laughing, break China laughing (old Jefferson airplane lyric)
China, to the West, is not a
Place we think of, if at all –
Warriors in terracotta
And the Great Big Firewall,
Wobbly bikes against its fascia.
Any argument’s suppressed –
Just a corner of old Asia,
Better not to be its guest.
Anybody want to visit
Such a run-down caliphate?
Men in suits. Not pretty is it,
Just another tyrant state:
More coal than the C19,
Belching in the grimy sky –
Top tie-maker. Are we green?
Not with envy, we reply.
Hear the tranquil, melancholic
Machine-gun shots if criminal –
If old China seems bucolic,
The thought must be subliminal:
All that China has is masses,
Size and space and giant bulk.
Sorry, Chinese mules and asses,
We’re all in a giant sulk.
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