Sarcasm 102 Poem by Atef Ayadi

it is
sweat
to sleep
laying on
the sand.....


but,
my butt
bit bit
bite
by bite

hab hub
hap hap

follow!
me

lady! !

when a mexican poet

crosses the border north,


-beside the
ideat
low
imperialistic
policy of free
trade....

(stay at home, your home town,


i will send macdonald to you,

a pizza hot,
....other chains of restaurants
and crazy shops for crazy lazie dizzi easy fasi people....) -

it is not plesant at
all
to cross the desert
the human desert
the discomfort zone
with sweat mixed with fear....



and her starts the sarcasm....

to sleep?


sweat soft dready dishi sashi sleep
while
laying on
the sands.....