Was your previous name Tony or something like that?Rage -- Goddess, sing the rage of Ottoman's son Akilli ....
humorless, unforgiving, wrathful, more peckish still
than the fucking Spanish dwarf Pedro, eater
of birdseed, unshaven, carrion-breathed, doesn't
get out much (a huge thank-you Goddess for that)
and finds a target for his wild-eyed rage
at every stop throughout the ether summoned
to his desktop by palsied fingers tapping
at the keys. Behold his dorky icon --
the embarrassing pigeon-chested cousin Balki from some Anatolian backwoods, a cabbie on his day off,
strutting the sidewalks of Far Rockaway, wondering
why the city and his dreams reek of low tide.
Listen Hippy wanna be Tony,hadn't I told you that hippyness ,art and Zionism does not go together?
You can only be funny as long as you try to be funny!