Here Is Another One Poem by Atef Ayadi

i would not say
there is
an 'other type'
of 'human'
(they prefer to
be called by the name 'it.'
something like a cow,
except thy cow
butches people.
they are first generation ai.
they are those who are addicted
to algorithms for brutal
efficiencies, mainly
overseas,
over-migrants,
over-population,
over-sea-oh-two,
until everybody
and everything in
this planet became,
me two,
me three,
four.
sticks and one spur
is enough
to keep an army
inline,
online, offin, and offline.

actually,
this is a lie,
from prefer
to offline,
is for white, blue, and yellow
proletariat, proletariatos and 'proletariatas,
middle to middle class,
transferred class,
people with glasses,
high-heal-nice pants,
pavilion papillion,
and
ties simply colored
or picass-o.
i do not like to add one
more
line
over this particular subject.

fine,
i wanna add,
the very people
i am talking about
are super exponentially super
rich.
but not cheek
at all.