From my Malaysian pillow, slowly raises, my head.
Made in Taiwan says my brand new alarm,
Which woke me from dreaming of Martian made car.
I slide out of bed in my Japanese shorts,
And reach for the glasses which, of course, are imports.
For a moment as I move from the bed to the bath,
I realize that I’m touching nothing from afar,
Oh, except from the glasses, my rug and my shorts.
Still half awake, I aimlessly stare
At the stain covered mirror, whilst brushing my hair.
The brush from Japan, the mirror a copy,
Of a coca Cola classic, designed in Kentucky.
After a small cut from America’s, “Razor for Men”,
My clothes are a party, at the U.N.
Trousers from England, my shirt from Dubai,
And finally a local, my Thai is a Thai.
Without leaving the house,
I have started the day,
In the post modern world,
In the globalized way!
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