I always took my
Not getting along
Well with humans
As a good sign...

It’s obvious that we all,
Grow up with traumas
Let it be either small
Or just the big ones,

This cognitive leakage
Leading to millions of doubts
Comes with the package
No wonder the world’s a crazy house

I’ve been taking care of a stray-dog lately
She has a lovely face, hiding her insecurity
I named her Mocha. Her color is brown
Mostly tame, little timid, sort of down
She knows how to keep her distance
I never patted her for instance
Her both ears are cut. I have no clue, why
I feed her twice a day with some supply
She disappears to unknown places most times
Except for three times, where she’s precise
10:00 am, 5:00 pm, around midnight
The last being start time for my plight
She sleeps on the mat by the front door
Started doing that with the first snow
I, by the way, thought she was sterilized
Most of the stray dogs in Istanbul are
Well, it turns out she was not
The hardest way I had to figure that out
And, it is that time of the year … Well. You know!!!
I’ve been seeing at least 5 visitors per night. Oh no!
She’s been making-out / Ridiculously devout
So to say, functioning with what’s endowed
I’ve bumped into 6 males at once the other night
As if she’s doing this to us out of spite
Transforming our garden, this cute, little ****
First Red-Light District, now a ******* plot
My 13 yrs. old girl started asking me about these routines
The reason why I particularly do not appreciate the scenes
My dog being born from a suchlike mother
With her 12 dissimilar sisters and brothers
Even if at some point I will interfere
I totally respect what's going on here
That though still leaves me with two unsolved problems
One concerns morality, another logistics. Both are solemn
What the hell am I gonna tell my discombobulated neighboring
Where the hell am I gonna host my new grandchildren

The world is now
A ****** crazy-house
Full of ignorant *****
Controlled and victimized
By a bunch of psychopaths
And this isn’t even a metaphor
Well, unfortunately not anymore

As time passes by, you’re at the very threshold
Of Daemon’s pawn shop, where dignities are bought and sold

After a moment of introspection
They stopped fooling themselves
First time free of self-deception
Majority missed the lying halves

For nations nothing is more suicidal
Than being ignorant, aimless and idle

Numbness causes failure in critical thinking
First and last condition of smooth sinking

Two words: Popular and fast makes you oblivious
Needless consumption only works up pretentiousness

Enough with ******* around. Try changing for a change
For it may be the only way out of this gaudy cage

They don’t love you anyway. You’re absolutely jilted
That’s OK. You're not a bird, even the cage is gilded

Alright now! Let me get this straight
Before I make any further comments
It’s never for you and it’s never great
What they plan and/or recommend

Represented by the two smarties
The-most-advanced democracy
Provides you with only two parties
One hell of a job by aristocracy

Such a narrow diversification
Arranged with utmost diligence
Is getting voted for certification
For ever-increasing indigence

Either The Donkey or The Elephant
Meekly pick your side and move on
Real issues? Always almost irrelevant
In this open-air probation you’re on

Enron, dot-com crash or nine/eleven
Or housing crisis and Lehman Brothers
Corona killed millions, already in heaven
More is yet to come, plenty of others

There’s much to be said for this charade
You are always off-guard and unready
And too lazy, stupid, weak and afraid
To change any of this to the contrary

All abused openly, not even stealthy
There’s neither shame in this nor propriety
Democracy is certainly good and healthy
Only if it represents the real society

No one seems to be straight
Sincerity is a long-gone trait

The delivery guy’s at the door
Must’ve brought what I ordered, or
Maybe this time a virus along with it
An attempted ******, so legit
The New Normal is at the least
The freaking ghost at the feast
It is still up to me. Totally my call
Opening the door, not knowing at all
Whether it is the death waiting outside
Or just the milk delivered where I reside

Voluntary delirium
Incessant drunkenness
One sided equilibrium
Sort of unconsciousness

Losing self
With little bit of trance
To the other half
Unknown in advance

Intentional insanity
Culminating in ******
Free of charge ecstasy
Subject to high tax

Total madness
Mostly unanswered
Almost sadness
%100 standard

If none of the above
Then it is not love

Politics should be simple
Is it right? Do it.
Is it not? Don’t.

Law should be simple
Is it just? Go ahead
Is it not? Stop there

People should act simple
Is it good? Well, good
Is it not? Try harder

Life should be simple
As simple as squirrel’s

By the time mind knows better
Body has already slowed down
It must be the cost of getting wiser
Them wrinkles on the natural gown

I don’t at all mean to limit
People, but if you think about it
Having more than one kid on purpose
Turns the whole world into a sad circus
Then complaining about inadequacy
Of anything is now a big hypocrisy
Let’s take a look, what’s missing
In the midst of all noises and hissing
Clean water, fresh air, enough food
Jobs and education, both good
An intact healthcare system
And much more, but I don’t wanna list’em
This is not a matter of whether you are resilient
You know better than this. We’ll soon hit ten billion
More than one kid simply means
Population will have no decrease
Do not scatter them sperms around
Your kids will suffer too. That’s not profound
You probably hate me for saying all of the above
It’s not about me, it’s about the ones you love
From me to you, one last call out
Please do care for a timely pull out

Hospitals, schools, medicine and food
Looks like serving you for their own good

Unless you start to read, think,
And read again, and think more
That long-awaited awakening
Will never knock on your door

It was ten to five
Looked at his father’s new wife
Grabbed the knife
Soon was the time for dining
Still madly yearning
To become at least something
Approved by his father’s new wife
A new wife meant a newer strife
Yet he was ready to strive
It was now five to five
Stopped playing with the knife
After playing with the life
Of the brown thing called rye bread
Before he reduced it to a sliced dead
With heavy thoughts in his head

humankind is weird
acting sort of like parrots
no one wants to hear
the truth, busy chasing carrots

I have two questions for you
One in the beginning, one in the end
Sometimes you feel that the most
If not the only certain thing in this life
Is the death, right?
Yet, you keep pretending that it is not
Better yet, you keep pretending that
Your little, stupid possessions
Appetites, imaginations
Plans, expectations
Wishes and even hallucinations
Are more concrete, more real, more certain
Than anything else, including the death
Now comes my second question
Why only sometimes?