that last effort

I'm usually not this bad at poetry. I feel I might have hit a personal low with this effort. But I'll let it slip into the blog because this blog isn't about quality of poetry - but rather about the Hong Kong experience. So if Hong Kong has turned my poetic expression sour, then that deserves to be mentioned. And the four lines of torture presented below should be treated as 'evidence' of my eroding poetic "talent", rather than any kind of personal exuberance.