cheesy colours and non-existent ventilation
smokers under the watchful glare
chatters usurping the reserved-for-staff chairs
a weird layout designed to confuse the crapping crows
the quirky, the naggingly irritating
nobody loves the deck anyway
the food so oily, the drink so dilute
here a bit tasty, the rest makes us puke
queues which discriminate
queue-cutters who infuriate
sometimes we exalt this non-descript experience
other times we are simply too busy
nobody would miss the deck anyway
heaven, earth, and hell
to whom would these words ring a bell?
hawkers, one friendly, one faceless
i do wonder if they care about us
are these friends or just grade-thirsty singaporeans?
the countless nonchalant rendezvous
nobody thinks about the deck anyway
a place of worthless memories
a place to satisfy the hungries
a place where muggers mug
a place where slackers slack
a place whose flavour OED wants to retain
but seriously, who really gives a damn?nobody cares about the deck anyway
except us who have fallen
for all its senseless flaws
do not accuse us of taking you for granted
just because we eat with you everyday
every morsel, swallowed, spilt, or spat out
you have been our non-judgmental abode
you are somebody to us nobodies
for 25 years,
everybody who has savoured the deck
has savoured fass culture
like the artz babes this lady's getting new clothes
see you in '07
in heartfelt gratitude
au revoir
title inspired/plagiarised from our very own HOOKED. techno edge, anybody?
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