Living in a city like Hong Kong, where money is everything to so many and the concept of giving is like an abstract thought, it can be frustrating watching peoples behaviors and attitudes towards those that don't have by those that do have. Here, for her many citizens, shopping is the real disease, brand names are a distraction for truth, mental illness is a plague and homelessness is a shameful exercise in how one has lost their way through their own fault...
I'm lude, crude
And not in the fucking mood
To hear your bitchy whispers
Your whimpering whines
As you decide
Which car to drive your family away
Which watch you'll wear today
What stock you'll choose to play
Which bag you'll buy today
Your choices are shallow
Your thoughts are so few
Your interest is wealth
Indifference is you
You walk past most people
They seem like a plague
To you they're invisible
A blight and a drag
You call everyone losers
You say it out loud
Your actions are hurtful
So filthy and foul
I know you won't read this
I know you don't care
But my mind cannot grapple
With how truly you dare
To act like you're human
To say you're aware
When in fact you are wicked
Someone to despair...