THE AXIETY

No friends or rather

Friends-enemies

And I am myself

a friend-enemy

To myself and them

Could we escape?

Hide in the forest of Hamstead Heat

He doesn’t  understand

Enough of poetry, I say

Poetry is for the cowards or those who cannot speak

Those strong personas

those narcissists

Are putting their heavy shoes on me

I hate them

I would like to go but I can’t

Cause I am seized by anxiety 

like under the Russian invasion

It seizes me 

What is a soul and what about it

It pulls me into a murky pond. No!

Just stay still and wait

How can we stop the tornado of hate?

Let’s make a hedge

A nice hedge sparkled with magic,

a hedge nobody can’t kick

neither be a Russian or an Ukrainian

A beautiful hedge 

With no crossings

A labyrinth for the mind

Take of  your heavy shoes

Back off to your polygon

You bastard

It’s a sanctuary

I hate you 

I do I do I do

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Little Ben’s Song

Paper money, paper money, paper money, do you love me?

Oh, I love you,  paper money, you are oh, so sweet!

A tree in my backyard is worth more than you, but so be it,

I do love you paper money, you make me dance and sing,

all I ever need is ink

and my printer which is git

all the people waiting here

for my cute Gutenberg box

to create some magic bill.

Paper money, paper money

oh, so sexy, oh, so dumb

just like you like it man

just like you like it madame.