For The Last Time Poem by Atef Ayadi

do you remember
the time
when
you fall
deeply
in slavery with someone.
that someone
could be
an opposite sex
and opposite enemy.
a light grand-prix
bore
algore,
lewinsky,
an epsteinian,
a bidenian,
a sandenian
a clintonian
a liberian
from lyberia,

a black smithsonian,
or you simply fall on
your head
on someting.

i do not have that!
sorry!
cause,
that is a stage of
non understanding,
not only the sifi
wifi-selfi nature of things,
the psychic,
psychedelic tendencies.
basically,
a total organic
ignorance.
love as i know it
is
that pleasant
feeling and state
of being alive.
say fact you!
muslim,
hater,
i say
think thank you
thanks given
is on its way
even thought
my heart and mind on the natives.
think this way
if you are boy
you look for a girl
a girl
for a boy,
a mismatch looks
for mismatch
a pet looks
only for a friend
even thought it is not actually the case.
however
and this not poetry
dot come
did you come baby,
brochure,
rosebush, or goose bumps!

so basically
is sharing,
not only the
cherries and blue berry
sweet
whatever
industrial
pancakes or
three
cans formula.

it is true
i am not
jee--sus yet
and i am not intended
to be.
ancient staff is only
for kids and
miss fortunate,
indoctrinated,
and
discriminated
folks;
a civilized,
con-artist,
an obese
for one reason or
another
is as good as being dead
or if i am liberal
i would say zombie
except one type, swipe screen
talk to oneself,
bluetooth,
blue sky,
blue jeans,
and
with blue shield,
as main insurance.