Australia Poem by Atef Ayadi

i failed miserably to start my own tribe. by the time i found out, it was too late. the only thing remains as an option is to choose an umbrella for life, which of course comes with fees, multiple package of taxes and maintenance. what is worth to notice is that, one, in case of 'infraction, ' or 'crime' goes down to the most horrible ones, i mean something like jail. only rich people have a different status, and can navigate between paradise and heavenly umbrellas without bureaucracy or security check. maybe because they own these 'thank you very much! ' umbrellas.

watta an article?
it sounds like an application for another orphanage or umbrella!

the good news, there are always a website, a space, a dot-com or dot-org, a sphere, a tent, a tree, a cave, or an off grid cabin to try out this algorithm or put oneself to rest.

the bad news, these domains and spheres are still in the mind
domain
and mostly fishing websites, i mean the nine nine point nine nine

nine nine... nine percent.

a good indicator, is the fact,

at this very moment,

one lives and persistently being locket up
in the

ram,

i mean between one's

hippocampus

(i personally choose and prefer to be pronounced with the voice of

rosalind franklin,)

one's neo liberal cortex

(reagon or algore, either way, both are 'white, ' males, and actors without any degree in liberal art of those long 'i am watching yo' nick-son's days. because things do change, and scales, parameters, what matters, and what is exponentially negligible do follow suit...,)

and
one's

amygdala

(i prefere

the voice of, neil de grass tyson instead of bill nye.)

am i joking?
or maybe flipping things over and over?

yop!

i do this all the time,

it is a birth flipping damn right.

what one can do?

at the end,

please do not prescribe or subscribe.

if one,
disgusts,

dislikes,

like,

or
having a competitive nature,
i would say good for you,
and your precious mind.
i am moving to australia
i love to meet and live with
the aborigines.
a day or two,
from sunday to sunday,
a week or two,
a month or two,
a year or two.