The Glue-Mer Of Being Famous....Issue Seven.... Poem by Atef Ayadi

gays

poussies...little ckekens, ants, croow-etch-ers,

lasbsters funs.....and ups fedexes taxes who not pay his tax

on time....

and young lost audiences...
ladies there,

out there,


the one there...yes...right there...


the gentleman who is smiling....up there cause his girl friend is smiling,

the YAK...dude up there on the center,

who laugh without notice,


to anyone in this planet....


i like to say somethning important....and poetic...


do something!
do something about it! ! me

stop complementing in the old (comment dire! !
etre bien dresseeeey...tailleeeey.....dix sur dix....perfumeeeey)

right! ! Facon de couturier
et

sabihier correctment (top model, high couture) ....


connect my poems

to the world...share them for peace....


then let me know....

a la lettre.....email....

i am famous...do not worry

about...i will get it...