I think I'll just read two more.
So this is "Chinese Dream number 4,"
and these are both rewritings of two of the more famous pieces
from the collection, from the dream song.
So you may recognize some of the cadences.
"Filling your full and avaricious body
with kung pao chicken, you quote Confucius twice.
Feigning interest, I cleared your table.
And only the fact of history and my four grandparents kept me
from springing on you, or kicking with my little feet
and crying, 'you are the dullest one for years of write that
Tim's poor ears have suffered, bonehead.'
I discoursed upon-- despairing-- chop suey.
Doc Fu, world full of poets, feed on you.
Black hair, complexion sallow, slant eyes downcast.
The mob inside me feasts.
What slanders am I gnawing on, under here?
The restaurant swells.
Just go back where you came from.
No, where you're really from.
There ought to be a law against Chinese.
Mr Chan, there is."