It Is Not An Oppology....And I Doubt, It Going To Be One.... Poem by Atef Ayadi

my exercice on language is not pre-regerulatory....(replace ory to riale or go straight to paris-sain-germain if you are a french whatever: from the senegal, mali, cote divoir...from nice (where my 3 nieces live.... hope they thriving...)to sebastian...north...to belgium....


yeah...i am not a poet! !
i registred my name....labels....and spiced up and upssed 2 you........so what....


a kid playing with words....Num-lock's pad.
i am playing....
the no rules' game....alone wolf, a viking tiger...
sometime....freinds are included....inclusively and exclue-no-clue-gardening workout-weed-outs.....

my hope...you are alive, alife....and expanding....and stopp cutting
trees....you miss-ter lamber....stop! ! ! ...stop the shuppin, cutting- mowing the grass, at tealess for a day....palestinians....people of naimar, part of gabon...are hunted down like trophies....and

no one is millissieousuntil now humanity...is eating it self up
from within....hey i am not...The Oracle, but i can garanti- 100 per cent free....
i am a set back.....a joke is not enn-naff to change my mood....

you are as real as the one who lives in the phisical world....
this is how i filo- phized it and throw it to this long white board....