How Close To Be? Poem by Atef Ayadi

sometimes i like
to say, or write something.
but i regress.
it is not about,
what you may and
may not think about
while being
in your comfortable parking spot. i
prefer, doing nothing, but
being in my spot.
that spot we talked about.
well if i say yesterday,
it means
we know each other. which,
probably we do not.
probably we did.
probably we do but we never really
did anything really.
someone through at me
an MF.
it just now,
only now,
i somehow figured it out.
while, may be you do not think
or believe you a chimp or
your hardware original manufacture
come from apes or collided with
chimps.
the awful truth,
we are still colliding with them
killing them
and destroying
everything,
i mean every everything.
i mean anything that does not grow in the internet;
which is a place predominately software oriented intelligence. i still like the hardware part. i leave, this domain to zukker beg or berg, or idiots of Microsoft quid pro quo google.