poetry

Racist


Waiting waiting
For that Moroccan
He did call me 3 times in a day
For our dismay,
Fucking spent 4 hours in that park, at least there is water, a fountain,
waiting waiting…. he comes, finally since I was getting a bit bored,
no hits, me just drinking water and looking at his eyes, not scared,
maybe he was, just dealing with too many of these gets me bored, and violent if need be,
so what am I telling… have no clue, just came out. It is because I don´´t drink!!
(what a fucking title)

Burundi

I saw my stats and I saw I heard I maybe even bought….. Burundi!
Didn´t even check where the hell is that country, what continent or if it´s a country,
if i have a lot of views from Burundi…scares the shit out of me but at least it
provides me with some money.

Burundi
Making Mundi
Burundi
Friend of the old journalist (rest in peace) Runni

Good morning people, 7:36 a.m Spanish time, wrote a bit of my novel by this time
Now… taking wine. O shait, Buuuuurundi!!!!

Warriour mind

A word, warrior, pops in my head and write it in public,
kind of sick. Forget the army times, just pops up.
Since a young age consciounly I did train my mind but also unconsciounly,
I smoke a lot, when I don´t have cigarettes I literally stare at the pack of cigarettes
with no cigarettes in them, just stare at that shit and I get to the point,
it does not bother me. Same in the military years, same in everything.
Warriour mind…. what the fuck was that title, guess it was me not drinking.
Ladies, I do blinking.

Antifa….aaaaaa


What´s wrong with these idiots, I got it, you are a socialist fascist.
And now I have to guard myself from my little cirminal Maroccan(spelled that right?) friend.
Anyways I stay Frosty gents. But Jeeeeesus Christ, what are these thugs doing?
Video!!!!!!!!! Later I will get in a fight with my little criminal friend, MAROKKKKKY!
Marrocan? I spelled that right? Probably not so go and fuck those bitches.
Punk ass, calling me 3 times from not his cell phone since he is quite smart this one,
and have balls, I seen him fighting wit others, I know him but he does not know me, although he is dangerous
that is why I can kill this piece of shit if it comes to that point. No BS on that one.
What the hell is with this communist Antifa? (kind of a weird twisting resisting eminating… holy)

Basically trying to make a comparison with my situation with the criminals since it seems
I´m the only one to stand up against them and the Antifa Communist. Same, criminals.

What are you going to do?

I woke up and ran,
literally ran as much as I could
some people call it jogging
i call it healing
for evrerything in my life
i don´t have a wife…laideeeeees!!!
but what I´m going to do?
the Law of Attraction.
I Know that diction.
Outward elements made hade me thinking and doing my new prediction.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Humans…fucking with the router

I should stop with the bad written poetry and just talk about my life…..

The router it´s in her room,
hence she got a broom:
called hands, she will disconnect it just to piss me off,
she knows, the so called landlord lady or proclaimed as such,
but not a single much,
she will take it out with her two little hands to piss me off
it wouldn´t agravate me to be without internet,
but it does agravate me when I´m the single one in the fucking house paying for internet
she got trapped now in my net.

Now I feel better, might as well go now and punch one of these criminals around town.

Stay Frosty gents znd gentesses.

Pulling the strings

I have no idea how the bank gave me money,
long story so to make it kind of sorry
father pulled the strings
get a phone call 15 minutes later from mother
“go” that´s it.
I am the black sheep of the familly, I walk and talk dummy,
i can always mentally and physically fight you,
but how the fuck did the women( they are all women in the bank)
eventually gave me my money that I worked for. How the fuck it happened?
I don´t know, I just asked mommy… not even that, never asked her nothing,
for everything in life actually, just curious when I went back to the bank
and they treat me as a weird royalty, they did pay me though, my money I earned
working. But why? I know you know that this shit should not be in public,
looking out long term it has to be. And no wonder this idiot criminals hate me,
apart from me kicking their ass, they do seem to know to read in … just google tranlsate,
for them to hate. Not a bait bitches, never called on the police on you idiot.
I handle me.
Back to the bank, under quarantine, father made the phone call to who? Guess it would be
quite a lot higher up in the ranks than the so called president of that specific branch
for her to give me my money I earned working, working you fuck Marrrrocans.
No worries though, I can go back down and kick your ass like yesterday. Punk.

Why father why!!!

Why father why-
We said recently to mom goodby,
Why father why you don´t pat me on my head?
I know why father- You are not that type
Nor I need it, believe it, I know you believe it
That is why I love you, mother told me to love you,
As who you are and you are a great man, supporting as best you can
Why father why!!!! Why are you such a great man?

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.