Oh, the innuendo, the bloody innuendo.

But seriously, it's a well-composed, if oddly paced, poem. And the punnery, the punnery. I bow to your leet word-smithing skillz. Good job.

You were right. I do prefer the second one more. Although with the first one, I do love that first line and the 'undressed to impress' line. Lol. There's a presence of calm and soothing-ness that runs through it which is endearing. The second one though just makes more sense to me, inasmuch as I've gone through the same kind of identity crisis...It was always, am I more British or more Chinese? This didn't get cleared up until I actually went to China... Not that i don't love my Chinese heritage, it's just that I missed out so much that I could've learned when I was younger... So when I read this, I feel...I don't know, I just feel kind of sad. There's such a feeling of longing and displacement to it that i can really identify with. There seems to be a real struggle between what he is, what he wants to be, what others want him to be. It expresses yearning, confusion. Never give up hoping that one day, Asia won't be so far away... ;)

Well, something like this is worth a good, in-depth, well thought out review.
But I have nothing.
Nine hours of fast food does it to you - turns your mind to mush.
It's still a great poem, wonderfully written and very insightful.
Good stuff.
(I think I said that already)

Aww.
Don's a good man. Lucky man.