I was waiting for the valet to bring my car tonight after closing up the store and a man came up to me with a bunch of flyers. “If you ever have any problems with a lady,” he told me, “read her this poem,” he said as he put a wrinkled sheet of white paper in my hand.
After God’s name, we need to call God’s name
For sure, God has many nice names
I love God, I love God’s names
You know something my friend
I want anything good to come to you.Yes I like you.
Hey lady, my friend you make good time.
A speical [sic] time for me on the bed
I make good time, a speical [sic] time for you on the bed.
Please don’t make a mistake; please don’t think you are better than me.Your power is not better than my power
My power is not better than your power
I am sure you have a human mind also
Yes, my friend, check this out out [sic] if you will.
If you have a special powere [sic] please don’t press,
Don’t push a little power; you are a human, so am I.God bless humans
God Bless the world,
God Bless the moon,
God Bless the sunshine.
That one was called “Romeo and Juliet”. It’s attributed to Ali Nikoonejad, who I’m assuming was the Indian-looking guy in the red Emmanuel College who kept throwing papers into my hand, like this one:
Anything Makes you
Lazy
No GOOD
Thinking good, doing good
Living good Makes Something
GOOD.
And then there was the last one, on the orange-y paper that my elementary school used to print notes to parents on. It’s called “Bad Factories”:
After God’s name, we need to call God’s name
I’m sure, for sure, God has many nice names
I love God, I love God’s names
My friend, I like you, I want good thinking and anything good you want to come to you
God bless me and you
Amen
Hey, hi! How are you doing, my friend? You know something my buddy?
Dirty life comes up from cigarette factory, that is true
Dirty life comes up from liquor factory, that is true
Dirty life comes up from cocaine factory, that is true
Yes my buddy, that is true
If I follow dirty life, if I make dirty life for myself, nobody stops me
I just need to stop myself
Yes my friend, I need, I want to take care of myself
I don’t want dirty life for nobody, I don’t want dirty life for myself
Hey, check this out if you will
Hey, my buddy, take care of yourself, if you will
God bless this time and this generation
God bless you next time and the next generation
Amen
One more thing my friend, you know that
I wrote down to remember
Yes! We didn’t have bad factories in hundreds of years ago in the world, around the world
I know, you know that, this time we have a lot of bad factories
Make problems for the atmosphere, make problems for the world, for around the world
Yes my buddy, I am sorry I don’t have the power to fix I just need to do something good and first we need to pray
That’s all
Please, please, take care of life, take it easy
God bless
I actually like that last one. If I had had time to read these and saw this one, I probably would’ve given the guy some money when he asked for it.
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It’s ironic because I ran into Ali Nikoonejad today on the bus. He gave me a poem of his that he wrote titled “Women and Men”. I’m glad someone else thought the encounter with him was worth writing about.
while walking through a back alley at 1am, ali approached me and gave me four poems, “woman and men”, “are you listening my friend?”, “my country is the same as your country”, and “don’t make your life zero”. i only had 50 cents but i gave it to him because “paper costs money to print on,” according to him, ha. i’m glad he’s been around for a bit doing this type of thing.
Ran into him today on Harvard Ave, gave him a dollar to cover those printing costs. I got 6 poems, on pinkish elementary school paper, which he kept handing to me and saying “I want to put my poems in a book and share them with the world”. Brightened up the rest of my walk considerably.