My Gulf Poem by Ari Alsio

At the beginning of life was,
a bird, such as milk,
but life is a big bilk
and this is not a claptrap
but the right to the rap.

The gap between the generations
is the bunk of life
you have a husband or wife
then your life will become bitter
like an angry baby-sitter.

You will be placed in rank
such as the grass of the river bank
you try to be and glove with
but life is a big pit
and you do not like it.

Man is a lout,
God will take you to the door
moon is rust red
bloody moon will not give a curse for you
it just wants to sleep your bed