Back Door by Songwriter Yuk Chun Tsui (Yuki )

Back Door

Through the back door I landed
on earth by a floor in senses.

On Mars sit my father’s ashes.
Trapped are those his feelings’ decrypted,
for Venus’ not home but cliché’s vain.
Together they sailed to heavenly Sing Sing
with hormones’ lovely gain contained.

While youth’s beauty scores in frivolous cases,
suits are matches vanished from Mexico’s faces.
Dawn the fine line of my people’s despise.
Desire upon the stars creeping into
Caesarian scars
for a job held in rapid whirls
deformed on chit-chat’s final curls.

Rice in Jesus’ deepest sorrowful wiggle
set aside Jingles’ tingling spirals
in mucus much member brains
brewing for Holden’s catch
and a cute little white white snatch.