:: aNoThEr OnE BiTeS tHe DuSt ::
singaporeans are getting uglier by the day.
somehow, these ugly singaporeans seem to think that an education,
a stable $50k a year job,
a toyota corolla,
a condo and a few credit cards and
some friends in the right places makes them gods.
they would demand that their every whim and fancy is met.
unhappy?
i'm gonna make a complaint.
such an atypical passive
yet ostensibly effective method of nudging outcomes into their direction.
so typically singaporean.
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The Ugly Singaporean
Hey ma, look at me.
I've got my 5 C's im so fucking happy.
my cash, condo, car, club and card,
im gonna be a tub of lard.
sit on my ass all fucking day
and lodge complaints to pass the time away.
cry 'foul' to an MP or two,
lay back, relax, see what they do.
i want it all,
i want everything
without sweat,
without doing anything
everybody better kowtow to me
or im gonna write to MM Lee
i want to complain about a civil case,
but cannot sue,
no money to waste
so mr cop,
please abuse your powers
when u get sacked,
i'll send you flowers.
because im the ugly singaporean brat,
i have masters, phd, this and that.
i am god because i pay tax
so i squeeze the gahmen to the max.
i need instant service,
i need top quality,
i will makan you to the best of my ability.
but all this while i have failed to see,
that all i need is a little humility.
