Colonial Royal Picknick Poem by Atef Ayadi

imagine old folks teaching
new generation who are
already
androids and apple sauce
to venture in space
like their founded
grounded white fathers.

one looks wearing a blue
frog suit
ready to jump into water,
the other is:
the left half is a Liberian,
and the right half is a
lazy fat cowboy.

after the himalaya,
there must be another spot
in which rich
folks of all ages
can reach their best
without a need for competition
or discomfort, but they have to pass only the
five gees test.

can you see
that
in besos's left
eye is almost out
to the point
i thought
he is a robot,
a terminator,
or is he?

it is amazing how
we have a new
variant or specie
with white hair and
yet
with black
eyebrows.

you may like this
one:
a bald kid
with free
masons
triptych
star trek
galactic
design.

stupidity,
waste of time
and money.
it is true,
i like to go to space
naked
as long as the cockpit
is a big enough pit
even thought
the duration is almost
half an
hour in space;
too short, too nightmarish!
why do i need a suit then?