I Will Make It Poem by Atef Ayadi

to seventy, but slowly,
interrupted by shanks of now periods and long moments.
i know hod to do it walking,
sleeping, and as an explorer.
i love that my style,
i call it living
in exile.
the good part, i am a nomad,
as viscous as water.
and who does not want 'worrer? '
who is not a worrier for wo-er banks?
this is my seventy nonsensical article for the day.
i will be grateful if one read this and abstain using the f3 and f4 word. if so, it is ok, i know my karma, and how not to pay bills and taxes. banks do that, so why blaming me.