We Are All Bandidos... Poem by Atef Ayadi

there are big banditos, and tiny ones.
from a cop,
a soldier,
a general,
a president,
a ceo,
a billy,
a jeffy,
a masky,
a smithsonian, and other useful
to useless names,
a financial group,
a firm or an institute,
a scientist,
a teacher, a student, a baby sitter,
a social worker,
a staff,
a doctor,
a clergyman,
to a pope or a high whatever!

i am
personally
not being affected.
i am a complete divergent;
i cut myself off
from
every
possible identity network.
because being
free is not political.
or is it?

this is not a sign
or a rhetoric of disrespect,
because i was one,
a bandido,
except i was searching
for
a bandida to duplicate myself,
or a rap bandidas
to do some rap.
it is clear that sometimes i have
to deal with
a band or a flock
acting out or pretending
being nice to ugly bandidos.