Amnesia

I went for food just now.
Had a glass of iced milo and a plate of chicken murtabak.
It was a filling meal.
When the time comes for me to pay my dues,
my wallet is nowhere near my ass.
Amnesia.

Went back to the mamak.
In my nissan sunny.
With the wallet on my behind.
Paid my dues in full and walked back to the office.
With my nissan parked and running.
Somewhere beside the curb.
Anmesia.

This is not a poem.
Nor it is a haiku.
Because i dunno what constitue a poem,
and what is a haiku.