One For The Queen Of Mah Jongg Poem by Howard Camner

One For The Queen Of Mah Jongg



She sits on her throne of mah jongg tiles
and passes judgment on you and me

She's got 13 orphans on a rack
and tortures them relentlessly

She tortures them relentlessly

She'll make you pass through nine gates
with prevailing winds and guardians
where you'll feel discarded

really discarded

where a dragon's concealed
and love
is hate

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