Biographical With Black Charcoal. Poem by Atef Ayadi

look, it make sense
that
poetry is about
the should be done and it is not done,
achievements and miss-ed-adventures
or a
euphoria and a non-dispatched 3g orgasmic release,
while
resting and contemplating
in the comfort
of ones home.

ah,
i do not like to be that,
or any
thing, pig, and fig
about that one direction;
slash
avenue.
i do not need to say
''go to hell...! ? ''
''peace up! ''
no cake please!
i am well fed, and fed up with fedex
and all these
comparative-non-cooperative-no-union services.
.
i already have that
covered
in advance,
in the tittle section.
if do not have colors,
otherwise,
i will make a childish
mess,
i m sure you like
it.
who would not?