Mohammed Orrock
I am not moved! Shut up!
What are you, thirty, forty?
You have suffered enough, and I am not a monster,
I don’t know… I’m kinda a moderate,
I got into girls as I got older.
You don’t have a penis, or maybe you do;
It’s a pretty, prosaic little world,
The future is merely for intelligent forethought.
They inspired neither laughter nor dreams,
From the purely economic to the ethic,
From pleasure to duty.
Central Europe has several recognizably common architectural features.
Whoever keeps an open ear for tattlers will be sure to hear,
I heard the little bird say so.
I feel that the essence of spiritual practice is your attitude,
He who waits to do a great deal of good at once,
I could possibly have been a serial killer or a mass murderer.
The financial world is such that any insight,
The world had thrust us from its heart;
It is the dexterity of weaving words, the daintiness of sentiment.
Recycled Poetry 