Memories Of Rice

  we never minded rice in china,
  not even a whole sack falling over,
  instead you pondered amusedly,
  what for is rice travelling anyway?

I remember it too, but not about being there. Good?
we just sat and laughed at the sound of a travelling food.
But it was Condoleeza, abi, that American government miss(tress)
going round the world's dailies bold as a known repast. Saltless.

   since I've shown you forks'n'fingers,
   why not treat rice in a civilized way?
   see - see, you dinned with me that day,
   in secret, ashamed of what - your manners?

And let rice starve, what do you care?
She knew what she wanted, she took the dare.
Here's another flying image of her - our traveling meal,
couched as the worlds' strongest female with a zeal.

And, by the way, why did you fret
about that image I gave our dame?
Doesn't it often serve to let
people like her think twice about fame?

   our giggling back then was innocent,
   simply a game with a fancy name,
   but, now, do you deem me ignorant?
   THAT name brings you nothing but shame.

   the hair, the moustache, the gesture,
   did you think I was blind or would not mind?
   I really can’t stand that revolting figure,
   somebody of sane mind leaves alone such kind.