The Pain-Building Gym Poem by Talal Athar

cries of lost were already there to hear
as we went crazily there, disappeared. no fear, no tear
Go to hell we dont care if you were born in DIXON, named NIXON
One that person who thinks won-is-in-his-gun
The great bully from the saint jimmy school of fat bellies


Finding his way to get lost
he took the fastest way
name it subway
that was his way
in one day
of mango May


he went through the one way of happiness
leaving his craziness
he was not thinking of suicidal rhymes
OR notes with the same old lines


damn he changed the gear to the NEXT LAST LEVEL OF DEVILS and
boy didn't he wanted to do it SO BADLY BUT SADLY
he was out of battery
so thought of making a factory
featuring forgetful tragedies
wannabee a non wannabee
was driving to a new colony
with few balconies
having a floor of walk less steps
no one wanted to pay the tax

he opened the door
become an unknown
to all of his WELL- KNOWNS
he had this one hope
OF HIS OWN and
when he saw the floor
caught some cold
but was not getting old
so he made-his-heart-fold and
in-his-mind went through a boat
going to an another shore
he LOST his way back home


so he got lost in line and was not fine!
started questing a new home
got drowned at the center of the rushing shores
near Flushing Meadows
he forgot all the NOTS
of leaving that zone
but was SHOT at the RIVER OF LOST
it was one tragic oh my gosh!

solution of blood en water
made one concentrated mixture of
disappointments en expectations
which floated away, sailed away


brain-eating-society got the better of him
SCHOOL made him think what he wasn't built to think
parents were never there for him
the pain building gym
appointed for his last sin
no way to hack others ping
they throw you away in the waste bin
you are left wondering DEVIL JIN
find your inner-self in a tin
finally you become the
son of the 'i am walking' waiting king