On my mental journey across the world and back again.
I met a man by the name of Mandarin.
So immediately I figured he was a Chinese public official;
He took me to the cherry blossom Granary;
The Mandarin's office consisted of maintaining the proper levels of the garden.
The experience had me floating in a shrewd,
cleaver zone-down casting at the flocks walking on the earth's surface;
But what goes up must come down-
upon my arrival to the ground
I was condemned to hell on earth-
bribed by the Mandarin's curse…