Poem, poems, poetry

Why

So what are we supposed to do

Kill each other

Commit suicide

Get married?

The pressure is too hard to endure

And it’s more than just atmospheric 

Can’t fight it away

Everyone is against us

Even the psychiatrists

Especially them

Can’t make a step either left or right

A total impasse 

Or maybe I am imagining things

Maybe we are both creating this schizophrenic drama

For a show which will never be staged

Not in this city

Not in this country

Not here

Here only a prison

Of squashed reality

A world based on lies 

In the middle of this hypocrisy

We die 

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JIHAD in Barnet

 

You need to understand me
you are just a white whore
you, and your yoga pornography
I hear it everyday
It’s not my fault
That’s how it is
I am a man
34
I can import myself a young Asian from abroad
and teach her how to behave
at 50 or so one day                                                                                                                        when I get a job
I’m an attractive man
and you
I can have you when I feel like it
I am a man
you need to understand me
I am a man
and you are a white whore
what is love
I really don’t know
I fear you might expose me
you will ruin my name
I have already told everyone and my mother
that you are dangerously insane
like princess Diana and all the white whores
hungry for mediterranean men

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