Thursday, September 22, 2005

حمارا غربي-Western donkey.

مَررتُ بجسرٍ
إلى مَدينةٍ
فيها سِرٌّ
سألتُ النَّاس
عن المَاس
قالوا لي:
إنّه ُسِرٌّ خَطيرٌ
وكبيرٌ
ومَريرٌ
وشِرّير
قلتُ لهم:
لمَ الخوف ُمن البَوح?
قالوا: نحن صُم ٌّبُكمٌ والفم ُغيرُ مفَتوح!ٍ
يا قومِ تَركتُموني أتساءل ُ عن سِركمُ
عجبتُ لأمرِكمُ وكَثَرتِكُم
أيُّ سِرٍّ هذا!!!?
يعرفه ُ أكثرُ من اثنين!
واحد ٌ وإثنان
وألف ٌ وألفان
فقلتُ لهم:
هل سِرُّكُم حمِارٌ غربي?!!
قالوا أشششششش بل
إنه حَاكمٌ عربي


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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Unique combinations of diamonds and cities.. of questions and blank answers.. of fear and majorities.. of a dunky and a ruler!

The following is written by someone who also chose a nice place for writing his poem..
O long lived one,
We vow never to seek a share of your rule.
O long lived one,
We vow never even as to look at your throne,
O long lived one,
Go on lashing, as many of the people as you wish
And killing as many of your subjects as you wish,
And fuck as many of your slave girls as you wish,
We only have one wish:
Spare us the words, and spare us the letters...

Anonymous said...

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donkey

. said...

Interesting...poem but plz no f word!