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Chop Chop Suey<\/strong><\/p>\n Village life. Chop Chop jabbers a lot; He stares at passing cars, And The Garden locks its doors <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Arun Sharma<\/strong> was born and bred in Northern Ireland, the son of Indian immigrants. He is currently teaching English in Bristol.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Chop Chop Suey Village life. The only buzz, outside the Chinese after nine. The Garden of Tranquility. Chop Chop jabbers a lot; to his mates; to passers by; at the cops. Always tryin\u2019 to get a laugh goin\u2019, but never venturing far from that neon yellow sign. He stares at passing cars, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4663","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4663","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4663"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4663\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4667,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4663\/revisions\/4667"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe only buzz,
\noutside the Chinese after nine.
\nThe Garden of Tranquility.<\/p>\n
\nto his mates; to passers by;
\nat the cops.
\nAlways tryin\u2019 to get a laugh goin\u2019,
\nbut never venturing far
\nfrom that neon yellow sign.<\/p>\n
\nwhilst over his shoulder
\nhe\u2019s mouthing off about some ride he\u2019s had.
\nRaised voices when someone\u2019s can disappears;
\nno slaps given this time.
\nThen biting his lip,
\nawaiting the drunks from the bars,
\nthen slabbering at them about why he\u2019s barred \u2013
\nthe truth already logged.<\/p>\n
\nas the last of the Bucky is swilled.
\nAnd the yellow sign is turned off.
\nTime for the lonely walk
\nback to his Ma\u2019s
\nwhere he stuffs that night\u2019s scraps.
\nChop Chop never buys a Chinese.<\/p>\n