To Change The Mood Poem by Atef Ayadi

this is an experience
from a real jail, and from a real inmate.
music is the best cure,
to lousing it out, away, and 'i wish forever...'
my music is so stupid
and damp,
but i love it.
i mean
the way one loves
cheese for example
('or any walmart chinese
manufactured orange and mellow cheese.
half of it is wood or corn.
it is a conspiracy or not?
this is not bragging dragging case,
but,
just good enough to get close enough
to my case.
you know what i mean?