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The Rakshasa Kingdom

Raksas Fair

By D DPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read

Raksas lay to the east twenty-six thousand li yah,

Past Seven Gates, Jiaos and Seas a muck patch muddy.

The land had a You-Chew-Her;

Through Fair Go-Going flowed this river yah.

Go-Going had a master and Muskard Hokey was her name;

In all love affairs oh she won fame.

With ears reaching her shoulders and a 3-nostril nose,

Before speaking she turned her ass.

Every day staying in a roost to sit on eggs,

The glib one thought of herself as a chicken always.

That Muskard Hokey knew not she was a donkey;

That Yuch Nene knew not he was a chicken.

Goulan shows often play lofty;

In all times eunuchs seek superiority ah oh oh oh alas!

There came a lad called Ma Ji, a westerner,

Handsome and elegant, a son of China.

He crossed a sea of people battling waves and winds,

Roaming treacherous shoals and stranded into wicked lands.

He saw things were often reversed in Raksas;

Muskard Hokey loved Yuch Nene's songs.

At midnight the hen crowed as dawn's herald;

With real feelings half a door lintel was adorned.

Red-drawn wings and black-painted skin;

Gold-inlaid hoofs and a comb embroidered green.

But since birth black coal eggs are dirty;

Washed however hard they remain filthy.

That Muskard Hokey knew not she was a donkey;

That Yuch Nene knew not he was a chicken.

How can pigs and dogs be drawing room occupiers?

Who says shoe horns can be used as Ruyi scepters ah oh oh oh alas!

Red-drawn wings and black-painted skin;

Gold-inlaid hoofs and a comb embroidered green.

But since birth black coal eggs are dirty;

Washed however hard they remain filthy.

The word "lve" contains a heart, kind or ill;

Love is endless, and so is evil.

An awesome female may be someone awful;

There's still a wasp's stinger on the tail.

In the West there's a steel giant, a European;

He had a son named Wittgenstein.

He talked about Muskard Hokey and Yuch Nene;

Is Muskard Hokey a donkey, or a donkey is Yuch Nene, a chicken?

The donkey is a chicken, which is a donkey;

The chicken is a donkey, which is a chicken.

Muskard Hokey and Yuch Nene

Is for us humans a fundamental question

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    Written by D D