Mr Jetset – K.B

Mr Jetset

 

My friend,
My Judas,

Young,
Blond,
Athletic,

Pater
Pathetic.

Problem solved,
Mr Jetset
( my friend, my Judas).

I crawled on the
Moistened earth
To seek your help

Always due in due
Time

But busy as you are
And mysterious
On your recent
Activities,

I cannot judge.

O, my life is
Full of real misery.

If not weak,
Sick

If not free,
In a cage

Like a little
Bird singing
Its thrill
Of freedom
When no one’s
Around ( Really?).

Cortazar,
The syllable
Dance
On my tong
Like a forbidden
Fruit

Coz’ it’s too
Expensive
To sell and buy,

God forbid.

Slowly
The vision
Is changing,

I saw on the street
Each and everyone
With their own
Desires ( fulfilled
Or supressed)
And concessions
Appear in clouds
Of articial lights.

Only the sky
Remained pure.

But what is scandalous
To me , Mr Jetset,
Is the sacrificed
Friendship
On the altar
Of productivity,
Benefit margins,
Entrepreneural
Spirit,
so-called free
Choice
And totally
Selfish.

Now all your
Smiles seem
To be commercial,
Mercantile

But I can’t believe
It.

Brother,

Think of your
Brother

Nor a thief or
A junkie,
Or a well
Fare parasite,

Just a modest
Young man
From simple
Background
Trying
To get through
With his own
Real handicap.

 
K.B

 
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