American Taliban: The Money Thing - Poem by Atef Ayadi
I know, knew
you like money;
I hear the word ''money''
everywhere and in every wave length
and IP -internet protocol- and every www
com, net, biz, and mainly org, gov and public
tv, radio they bee itches about it all day long
in bars, cafe shops, school, parties, buses,
any one in the states want money, or his money.
It same damn thing for a taliban from the east,
Do you think,
he sels opium for fun?
I know also that you like woman
and woman you like man
in between likes in between -sometimes
they switch or act like
double agent or a viral virus
you do not have the key, you get the flue-
so, a taliban man likes
naturtally more than one woman,
he thinks business and life stuck
-taliban woman likes her bull, cause she is economical dependable-
he have more than one
and he is clear about it.
monogamy is having more than one woman
in one way or another,
in the states
polygamy is switching, a part-time job
you get what you paid for, and most of the time,
you pay and got nothing and it is about your
-she has two boy friends, one fiancee and one husband.
he has one girlfriend in Cincinnati, one on match.com,
one he just me in American single.com, a young one on christian single.com,
two on chicksgonuts.com, three on xxx
(i leave this space for you to work on you right brain and use the
alpha, theta, beta level) .com, and one he met at Walgreen while he
was looking for plastic gloves and rubbers.
miss or mister
do not tell me you are that different.
it looks you are trying to get me in from the door
and get me out from the peach.
in the states,
some communities are still
and having a woman
is like having a cow.
and i will bet you
if you tell a woman, in the states,
i want to milk you she will smile.
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