High Heels Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

High Heels



High heels

I saw you cross, pass
My looking an amass
Breasts were more forward
Butt turned to: "what an ass! "
Your knee forced weight on calf
Awkward you; walked and rushed!

I looked at attractions
Pitying disruptions
Buried was by question:
"Who wins but the seller? "

Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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