An Organism With Spots Poem by Atef Ayadi

america is big continent.
i have been
like mr. bean
in sixty
percent of it.
(i still want to hike
my way down there.)
as an living organism
crawling like a snail.
there butt cell,
made up of normal
black, 'white, ' asian skin and fat.
few claims to be
the blood cells, who can drive through
any muddy channel or ice solid mountain.
others,
by inheritance are establishing
and branded themselves as
the neurons
(coordinators,
interpreters,
coders,
encoders,
ceoes,
the linguistic department librarians and 'janitors, ',
the music and all-humanities package house project,
invited list of those who can,
and all supervisors.
nerds are always the spinal
thing of all thing at any given space and time.
as to me.
i deal with software architecture.
is there
a jeff besos neuron?
nop!
any musk or mask?
nap!
so, who is making the decision
for making sex?
well, as the software architect,
this section did pass as law yet.
the only time a nation interact with another organism,
it wants to devour it;
using classical means.
plus ignorance is still
a cure for a hell of illnesses.