The Crazy Hunter

By: Ali Taha Alnobani 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 *** 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". *** 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". *** 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 ***