Inside The Storm Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Inside the storm

I, too, was in the storms,
Somehow, I feel Trump,
Even though varied mine!

His soup is like our Shah's,
That ancient Persian Shah.

A Shah with a queen,
Who are in the Bible,
Complete one chapter.

The husband of Esther!

Every man has two heads,
But they sold the upper,
Enslaved by the lower,
Inside their trousers!

Of course, I am aware,
Of blows and weather,
Of sound in a trumpet!

Money buys; not always,
The Hump-Dump has fallen,
Useless are king's horses!

I too would sympathize,
With the foolish Trump,
If he could be honest,
At least once in his life.

I think of Johnny Cash,
And the "Ring of Fire."

Love is a burning thing,
And it makes a fiery ring,
Bound by wild desire,
I fell into a ring of fire.

Change his love into sex,
Bound by lust and desire!