Ecolo-Gistics And The Mysterious Market's Hands Poem by Atef Ayadi

i have just
to be
less poetic
less romantic,
and
less enlightened
in these matters.
anyone
who speaks up
of technologies,
five
or
six gees,
bio, organic fuel,
please step aside
you are the in nazi camp.
it does not matter
who you are,
what is in your identity,
or wallet,
there is no need for
your six sigma rhetoric
or who ever claiming
to be a wiz
on paper,
on screens,
face and pdf books,
and around 3d printing,
hands on holograms and
military
no more then a
milligram gadgets
(pegasus or any google
spy when and where are all alike,)
no birds,
means no insects;
this means,
no seeds, no soft water fish.
no fish means simply no rivers
and no lakes.
trust me in that.

forget about the oceans
we all messed it up.

in order to restore
natural heritage
i mean our paradise,
one shall get rid of
prince charle
and all the rich folks
and the slaves
(minimum wage,
mexicans, aliens, overseas
rats and spiders)
and slave owners
orbiting around.
there are no other way around it.
get rid does not mean kill them,
nah! nah!
either we all evolve
into something organic
that take care of itself
aware of itself
live, thrive, and expend.
nothing and nobody
are left
behind this time,)
or just stick
on the back
seat
tie the belt
and welcome to the
ride
it is going to
be
a long ride to kansas.

who is going
to be
the amygdala?
who want to be
the hippocampus? ,
corpus callosum?
the frontal lobe?
or
who wants to be
just
a spine
or a nerve.
be my guest.
just do not let rich people
make any decision.
they should be
a part of the colon
or just let them flee
free,
and
leave
the planet and orbit
around
the farty
gassy
uranus.