I Do Not Like This World Poem by Lucaci Florentin

I do not like this world

My wife is sick she is a easy woman
She advertises her pictures on Facebook
She gathered likes from an arab and a eunuch
Instead of getting it all in her throat every day
I know you are an uneducated fool
I do not need an idiot gypsy tool
Who brags about being my wife
Withdraw everything that brings you trouble
I know you love me madly
You give everything for a day with me
You keep yourself caste to be a wife
You always want to show that to me
No but do not force me to see
The deep cut that is ruining your look
There has to be something one way
What do you do when you will be pregnant
You ask me in the evening to take you lightly
Although it is really bad I feel like I am dying
Beg me not to push hard through the decor
But you really get stuck in me worried
You keep exposing your bronzed thighs
I see your huge black dirty fingers
Long unwashed without pedicure
You say sorry they are filmed the same way
You are proud to have it big like a horse
Orally it is like singing at the pipe
Big one is into you and feeling phenomenal
The river flows from upstream to downstream
You do not feel threatened anymore
Although you have a full stomach operation
Have no more feeling of fear
You are trying to be full of juice
You lick me all like a cow salt
You make her get up big again
I only have your saliva on my face
You moan loudly like a locomotive
You have three times mega orgasms
An hour and you go back into spasms
Put your hand on her for back intro
Say you keep virgin only for me
I am sincerely afraid for you
In two pieces right after the operation
Not to break your body having good sex
Although you have two children you ask me insatiably
You ask me between the breasts
And you want it under your arm
You goat with handcuffs tied with a noose
Above a whole match of văj haț
You tell me I am the love of your life
You arrest me during the day bring sarmale
You pretend harassed and beg for money
Give like to impotents and haimanales
To put you director at the pink house
You bow down at stupid comments
To get a sandwich or a glass of whiskey
Free and give them what only you know
That are free suck and hateful orgies
I do not like this world
That is all I say and that is enough
Pure gross incompetence
Destroyed drift Romania
Healthy people die with days
In hospitals of death or in villas
At ATI intubated under the shingles
On slow rescue cars too childish
Pensions laws are not respected
There are no money forever we are told
Enormous specials are excepted
The perfect lie for 30 years
Contributivity is for fools
For voters or for idiots
Unjust specials are taken by force
Whoever opposes we burn him with a torch
Of blind and crooked unjust justice
Securitate and a wrong constitution
In which every sinister rogue
They always put with force of weapons
That they deserve pensions and income
Thousands of times bigger than doctors
Than engineers than teachers and others
That they are gods not evil criminals
We see thousands of miserable specials
Retired at the age of 45 years
Advising the hard working enslaved people
That it is normal to retire at the age of 65
The streets are full of gendarmes and policemen
Newer by army and new securitate
Many with three months of school and sad
That they did not go to the theater to be artists
They all have enormous salaries
They running away from responsibility
They have people in parliament and the senate
To maintain their earned immorality
They have unions and union leaders
Greece abolished them all
In RO they made pensions and salaries at square
Security in parties makes you dizzy
Their first job is to abolish SIIJ
Not to respond to heinous mistakes
Of incompetent and sloppy justice
Neither do prosecutors with baseless allegations
Not even magistrates with hazy judgments
This is no longer justice it is gun with akathist
Of a post communist and securitate regime
Self maintained like an old octopus
Only us to have something to put in the pan
What a beautiful country and world once were
Great proud clean and healthy!
I do not like this world and this country.

Be careful! Not every lawyer can be a prosecutor or a judge!
Not every professor of literature can be a poetry grandmaster!
Not every engineer can be a designing engineer!

LUCACI FLORENTIN
POETRY AND ARTWORK GRANDMASTER