Boiling Milk Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Boiling Milk



He, the stupid, The man, who is in my mind, Calls himself boiling milk, He describes himself, When he gets angry, as boiling milk, He behaves angrily like milk When it boils, He is so stupid and He's bullshit, He is bad because he behaves Badly towards others, He explodes like a nasty thing, He looks nasty and more than boiling milk, He is merely a dwarf and an ape, He does not have a strong personality, but He is a little mouse in a dark corner, He never looks nice like anyone, but He is merely a passing bubble in a dark night.

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