I got a paper cut
but not on my finger
but on my tongue
from licking the sticky part of the envelope
The envelope with the lies you told me
the lies I told myself
the broken promises
the salty tears dripping down
the strong fumes
the kind of fumes that burn your eyes
The nightmares from my head
the cold lips in winter
broken memory
But now  
its time to close the envelope
the cut on my tongue will heal
with no scar

you put your fingers and stretch your eyes like dough
and yell ching chong... ching chong
you slurp our noodles, and you play with our chopsticks
tap tap... tap tap
you say you've been to China
but the only China you went to was China town in California
you take the tiles of Mahjong and run those squares into spehers
rolling those spheres on the cold wooden floor
You take our jade stone
the stone of luck and good health
but what good luck and health are we feeding our soul
you turn our jade to coal
you grab everything we have with your filthy rich hands
filthy and gross
those filthy hands are always wrapped around a gun
one finger on a trigger
with one release
it can take a mans beathe away
and that's exactly what you did...
realeased....
and took his breath.....
and roam to the next house with a loaded gun
ready to **** the next one