Drugs Vs Drugs Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Drugs vs drugs

If my eyes did one job,
As do the specialized,
Avoided involving
In what is the poor heart's,
I too, could, possibly,
Return home, peacefully.

Eyes saw and transferred,
The East side problems.

I carried works of art,
With the paper, pencils.

We set them on easels
For people to buy them,
In the silent auction…

Money ends, most of it,
In varied donations,
For fixing problems
Of harmed lands,
Sick, patients,
Hospitals, children's,
And even Lions Gate.

We work to give drugs,
To the needy and lost.

I had Moose, Canada,
Hoping that many like.

While searching for parking,
Saw the people bending,
Like clowns, and funny,
Answered me the police:
"Need drugs, are addicts! "

Came to me a young man,
And offered in some bag:
"Have the best and sell it, "
I was lost: "What is this? "