Frankenstein Twin


Sorry Wilson Khor,
But your Haiku can’t defeat
Its Frankenstein twin.

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Guilty as Paid


I’m sitting in this room
Sweeping hard with a broom
Cause you fucked with my head
Wishing I’m left for dead

Sorry to disappoint
I’m still in your joint
Smoking all those tricks
You planned for weeks

Now the jury loves me
When I paid them a fee
For my sweet innocence
While you live in a fence

Don’t be desperate now
Just bend over and bow
As you blow on a dice
That’s infested with lice.

The Montblanc Pen


I know that I shouldn’t trust a shady man
From an online store selling me a pen
But a Montblanc pen is just what I need
So please don’t judge when I raise my bid

It started as a dollar to bid for one
Before speculators are here for fun
Driving up the price to a million bucks
While bidders like me feel like sitting ducks

So the man had to step in and clear the smoke
And weed out the fuckers who are here to joke
Which is why I am shocked that I won it all
It’s unbelievable that I have a windfall

The Montblanc pen is now finally mine
For me to sign the bills that I pay to dine
Oh shit, have I misread the T&C
It says the invisible ink’s for me.

Killing Mister Core is a chapbook and album!


Killing Mister Core (Display 2)

Something’s brewing at the back,
and it’s ready to attack.

Killing Mister Core
is what this chapbook will do.

Let’s go shoot this man!

Attached in this post is
a mini version of Killing Mister Core,
in both written and spoken format.

If you’re interested in purchasing
the complete chapbook (USD 5)
and spoken word album (USD 5),
please email me via
aaronhor.cy@gmail.com
for the payment and download steps.

Click the links below to enjoy
the reading and listening experience!

Chapbook (Mini Version)

Spoken Word Album (Mini Version)

Jam’s Lion


I used to know a guy who sang for a dime
He called himself Jam’s Lion all the time
Too bad that his life couldn’t live like one
With excuses he bullshit to jab me for fun

If you fool me once, that will be on me
If you fool me twice, then I’ll grab my key
And stab your throat till you cannot speak
Your rotting flesh now belongs to a beak

It’s too late for apologies delivered to me
You couldn’t even bother to look and see
The messages I sent about a song I need
We mutually agreed that you were the lead

I’m sorry that broken promises killed you
Your life is enough for me to pay your due
Hopefully, your next life will teach you well
To not fuck with girls who will kiss and tell.