The Other Merlion and Friends

This is for you,
All you bothersome people
Who ask about my next book,
Ask whether I still draw
Or write anymore.
What is my next book about?
When is it coming out?
When poets become rabbits,
You will get my next book.
Since you’re now stuck waiting,
Do spare me the pained look:
There’s more yet to learn.
When I am not writing,
I am not constipating.
That bowl of kway teow?
It is a bowl of kway teow,
Not some swirl of metaphors.
I don’t see bobbing symbols,
I don’t hear iambs or trochees.
What’s wrong with you people?
This is for you.