as i get older
i behave more
like my father
and my son
behaves more like me

we did horrible things
and god had enough of it
and drowned us.

then we built big things
without any meaning
just because we could.

and god punished us
by dividing us with
nations and languages.

then god sent his son
to teach us in arameic
and we killed him quickly.

we wrote his teaching in greek
and wrongly translated it
to all the other languages.

and ever since
we have been killing each other
over what he said.

sometimes
i want to be a son again
and sometimes a father

sometimes
i want to be a soldier
and sometimes a pacifist

sometimes
i want to be a friend
and sometimes an enemy

my youngest son
is still making fun of me
for not using rhyme in my poems

i wrote the previous poem
for my son Marko
for his school assignment

when i was a kid
my father would flip me over
and i loved it.

i do the same to my son
and he loves it too.

i wish someone would
flip me over
so i could feel
like a kid again.

thank you corona
for killing my father
quickly and out of my sight
because
i have no idea
how i would behave
if he was dying
slowly and in front of me.
maybe i would be have been
the best son
or maybe not.

jaden is a good son
he makes more money
than his father will
and helps his father
by producing his movies
and fixing his ferrari
and buying him jewelry

my youngest son was in the hospital
and my girlfriend was with him.
my other kids were with their dad
so i was alone at home
and it was a bit sad and boring.

but then i invented
an onion and melted camembert on rye sandwich!

my son said hi to you.
we took a photo of you and him.
you said you like my sweater.
i gave it to you.
i asked you to join us for dinner.
you did not make it.
i asked you to send us a photo
of you wearing the sweater.
you sent one.
we loved it.
this is how everyone
in the world should behave.

my son and i woke up together.
we were alone.
we went down to the kitchen
and he wanted to eat a kiwi.
i scooped the kiwi with a spoon
thinking how i can cut out a nice big piece.
i was happy he wanted kiwi in the morning.
i gave the piece to him.
i realized it was big for him
but was confident he can chew it.
he tried hard.
but he started choking.
i flipped him upside down
holding his leg with one arm
and tapping his back with another.
he spat out one piece.
he continued to choke.
i again flipped him over
and started tapping his back.
there was no one to help me.
his life depended on how i tap his back.

we will save money
on clothing and tickets.
he will eat and drink less
and we do not need to
buy a bigger bed.
he will be lighter to carry.
he can be a jockey
or an investment banker.
he could invest
all the money we save
on food, beds, clothing, and tickets.

i look at him
and he is so cute
just too cute
i get this huge urge
to rip his cute little fat bald hairy head off
and crush it with my power jaws
and scream until my head explodes
that is how cute marko is
and he makes me feel like this
hundred times a day