main reason

I became writer was not to lead world

onto its right path.

nor fear of death and be forgotten,

not money, not hunger or anger.

I didn’t even feel the need for one single reader!

editors, I hope will never come close.

all was because I’m antisocial

till my body’s smallest bone and,

took me time to realise I don’t

like humans come around.

but who can stop them?

humans are unstopable!

so I chose transform anyone

would dare make a step,

touch me in or out.

so they all become

characters.

Yes folks, this is my reason.

a good healthy one for my brain,

for unwished pain that comes and goes.

now I am having these thougts

and I smile that you might judge me.

Onestly, I don’t give a damn shit

on opinions.

I’m eating at 1 p.m. my toasted bread

and look!

outside, there is a kiddo on the street.

he can’t see me, I can watch him carring

the huge load of trash, plastic empty bottles,

on his bent skinny back.

and first I do is not crying his fate.

I’ m so fucking busy building him a story,

where he might be the king of this world…

we’ll see then if he’ll be a good or a bad leader.

shall he piss on us, who are now pissing on him?

his name will be… George.