My friend Idris

Our  modern philosophers  refuse the bitterness of poison

as an insult  to their  immortality and imorality .

And honestly I say to you that the philosopher 

is as useless as  the poet ! 

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My friend Idris is dead ,

killed by an venomous rhyme .

My friend Idris  was a funny crazy guy 

and his bad fever bothered 

the old english ladies who like to enjoy

their tea in the faded alleys of their memories...

 Do they remember ever being deflowered ?

My friend Idris,you're all alone 

in the padded room of your dellusions !

The circle of well-meaning poets 

can't tolerate a buffon  who sounds 9/11

every time a lunatic sweeps a tower on the chesboard ! 

My friend Idris,you are condemned to the gulag 

of pestiferous who dared to lmagine that freedom,

walked on the thread of an acrobat in the clouds !

   .My face will disappear  from the photo .....

   I 'll catch  the next cloud  !