The Taile's Tale Poem by Atef Ayadi

i do not have a
string attached,
or
the strings theory.
i do not, but i did.
i do have a follow up on
the string theory
but,
and that's not a butt
or about a bottle of gas
or
any natural gas alike.

why i need people to begin with.
like many of you. born among
people and they stuck stuff in my head
long before i know it.
sometime if i think of making copy of myself
which animal i have to peer with.
or a tree for example.
it is absurd; immoral; implausible, evil...or
the many fake news in your credible but not independent head.
there always be a grabber, a seeder, a sarcastic, and followers.
the grabber, like a thief,
but one prefers to call oneself an alpha or an omega
of some sort, but still, one is a thief.
the sarcastic always find
and excuse not to participate.
followers are people who look for fun
out of themselves. with one click, you will find them in the street.
they have their argument too.
seeders have many lenses.

i quit all of theses four patriarchal characters,
cause
I occupied all these positions. it was absurd.
it looked
as if, i lived in the heat of the savanna,
and i was a zebra for sometimes,
sometimes a macaque.
it is true i became more civilized
by market mysterious hand
which means i am converted into a bonobo.