Forces, Followers, And Flowers, I Mean Natural Roses. Poem by Atef Ayadi

sometimes i ask myself
hey man, what is your forces?
do you have one at least?
i say to myself,
laziness, i guess one strong hold,
or holes i can retreat to.
my laziness is so perfect,
that i do not need to
balance it, or to worry about it.
on can say whatever fees, deez, dices
and carbo hydrates,
that may pop up in ones heads.
i do not have to stress
out
about the worlds affairs.
it is still a hot war between chimps and bonobos,
and
a cold war between
sapiens-denisovan alliances and all the neanderthal aliances.
a lot of ironies and karma of everyday
facebook, ex, and tik top, and, top top, kit tok,
one to one,
and one three ones ad.