I Am That Poem by Atef Ayadi

champanzee,
a shimp!
--as a matter of fact--
sitting,
in his canape,
and his birth tree,
resting,
legs crossed,
hands behinds the head,
and
sometimes
does free peeing
on anyone sitting below
his canape.
.
in itself,
this story
is a wrap, a brain in a plastic rup,
or a plastic in a brain that makes
rip and raps only.
what is the difference,
as a matter of fact,
i call then constructs,
so i can free some oxygen
instead of see-o-too.

my bonus, is
imagine a chimp
is rapping,
warping,
and wrapping the
time-space,
with and entry like:

aaa aaa
ooo ooo
aoa oao aaa ooo
silence for a moment,
then,
owa owa owa
aoa owa owa
silence for a moment,
then,
owa aaa a a
ooo owa ow a a

that is only
one fitness.
i am that monkey
and
i love it.