She said she thinks
I’m
violent
But
I’m not.
I
maybe was violent
A
long time ago,
When
I was a kid
Addicted
to T.V.,
Addicted
to
Violence
in T.V.
And
to the blood
Of
my favorite
Characters
painting
Red
the screen,
But
that was long
Ago
and I don’t
Even
turn the
Screen
on anymore,
I
don’t even turn
The
screen on
For
watching the
Soccer
matches
On
boring Sundays,
How
can I still be
Violent
then?
Fuck
her!
She’s
wrong,
I
don’t like violent
People
at all and
I’m
pretty sure that
I
like myself
Sixty seven percent
Of
the time I spend
Being awake;
I don’t know if I
Like myself while
I’m sleeping,
I hardly doubt it
Because I always
Wake up sweaty
And nervous,
Wanting to get out
Of bed as soon as
Possible and to
Distract myself
In order to forget
The fucking
Nightmares.
I have nightmares
At least twice a week
And I’m never able
To remember them,
Maybe is better
This way,
One thing less
To worry about
While I keep talking
To this lady in
Black dress who
Doesn’t seem to
Give a fuck of
What I’m talking
About and keeps
Telling me that
I’m a violent person.
Well, at least I
Stand your shitty
Talk and poetry
Without turning on
Another cigarette.
I should be nominee
For the peace
Nobel Price
And you should
Be sucking
My dick.
By: Juan José Cadena D.
