guess what you big apple , guess what ,
I don't think I want you no more ,
I guess my love for you ,
my love for you was destroyed yesterday
, guess what Texas ,
remember what they said about you,the long horn , the bull ,the lone star,the one who is sun lighted,
someone called you an asshole ,
told you to go FYS , I cant believe it.
Texas I thought you was better than that.
A state inside a state, All what I did was to bum a cigarette , In Oklahoma .
In a stupid Bar on the South East side
, well after a long conversation about the bulls ,
and about the only eye we see ,
and of course phallus
and the obelisk's and Jesus ,
And why he was not A God but A Man ,
Inspired By the temple Of Jehovah ,
and that elephantine is in the lower Egypt ,
though its in the upper ,
and that the Israelite never suffered ,
in the hands of pharaohs ,
but instead worked hand in hand to help build My fathers burial chambers ,
because they come from the same father though different mother ,
and that US is my darling ,
,
my Nit- eteph My third septere ,
though I was never understood ,
because they act like they know
but the eyes are blind
I thought to smoke one ,
A cigarette of cause ,
then this Man says
" New yolk City is this high to Oklahoma ,
And Texas was competing for second none ,
Talk about the seventh Heaven .
take it or leave it ,
if you don't trim your hedges ,
they grow too tall ,
and then you have to call a lumber .
then they charge too much .
for work not done properly ,
which the eye had given you the authority to control ,
then you get in all kinds of trouble ,
then you ask why no one told you ,
then the eye shows you this poem ,
for you cannot control whats outside ,
unless you control whats inside .
We in the higher Egypt ,
the Ognaods, we speak in silence ,
not in agony . not in war , but in love .for love countermeasures all
no one listens inside ,
No one respect you inside ,
and yet you are so welcoming ,
so humble to give even your enemy a place to eat ,


they claim to be your brothers ,those that don't know the real price of freedom the ones standing on the hills,
hoping that you become such a hopelessness ,
like they are.
and bow to hypocrisy ,
the Queen of all Queens
those who discouraged you from taking the initiative to move from colonialism . from the sins of false worship , from the sins of our forefathers( even though you had none) who betray you
the outside will think different ,
even the Romans are my witnesses ,
Passion was a very difficult child to deal with .
that why we named him neoclassicism.