The Crazy Hunter

By: Ali Taha Alnobani

© 2011 by THE BIRD(http://www.thebirdali.com/)

He did not do anything extraordinary

Did not discover the secret of happiness

And surely did not invent the machine that collects rays of the sun in a painting

He sat among his friends proud of his depravities

In an acted way of formalities

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Now he can boast about his manhood

Like a foolish boy made of wood

"I spent a wonderful time with her

My soul flew with kisses

And my body was trembling

With a very nice relaxing!

She believed me

And when I left her

Her face was yellow

Like lemon

And my eyes were sparking

Like a demon".

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Hunters have no heart

And crimes are their ribbon

His reverent silent friends were looking at him

"My mother taught me:

"It is not a shame for a man to deceive a woman

Females who give you themselves have no honor"

So I hunt women as if I were a trap"

He laughed loudly and removed his cap

Then he rubbed his mustache

And suddenly screamed

"I'm the king

When I touch my ring

I can swallow an angel".

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So here in the dark world

We have two sides

Schools for male... And schools for female

Streets for male…and streets for female

Dusk for male… and another for female

And in between

We have crazy hunters

Fond of their depravities