Dear China,

i was inspired today as i walked to the metro and once again noticed the foul odor that seems to pervade this city.  and so, i spent my commute and shopping trip composing this gem on my phone.  enjoy!

Dear China,

i'm tired of the way you smell;

i'm tired of your grime.

i'm tired of the crowd control;

and never sneaking by.

i miss wheat bread and cereal;

i miss my mom's roast beef.

i miss tomato sauce with pasta,

and meat without its feet.

i miss wide open spaces;

i miss green everywhere.

i miss my car and traffic laws,

and the logic of the west.

i love your stir fry and your boudzuh;

i love your fair eggplant.

i love your lights and sparkle,

and cartoons on every hat.

i love how you make me stop and stare,

so in the end i'll stay;

for where else could i say, "oh, china."

at least three times a day.