King Kong Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

King Kong



King Kong

There are times that I feel like King Kong
I stand, look around, take step; want to walk
Well- aware I know that under feet I crush…
Laws and rules, beauties, standards.
There will be no canon; no Pushkin, Shakespeare
No Mozart or Elvis, Bob Dylan.
I will crush heads of faiths, Abraham to the Pope
Mahatma, and Guru and Warhol.

There will be no style for the hair, lipstick
No dress, no fashion, Monroe, Kim
We will be like pigeons and parrots
We will be the tigers, coyotes and lions.

How I wish my dream of King Kong was true
I would be undressed as when born
And others…all of us in the caves
No textile, synthetic, wool or hair.

To be warm we would live closer, touch skin.
For cooling the creeks and rivers, under trees.

Let’s unite, make tribe of King Kong.
Eat green and fruits, herbs, so on
Set fire to the rules, politics, and the laws
Ignore all…ignore all…ignore all…
Let’s unite as mankind and be one
Be natural as were born…as we die.

Monday, July 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: rebel
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 05 October 2020

Interesting to say the least. YOU are a Revolutionary** to watch out for. " No textile, synthetic, wool or hair" At first i thought: " No wool, no hair? " But then i guessed you must mean 'in textile form' for those, not just plain old hair & wool. ** ah, now i see " rebel" as the topic! to MyPoemList & perhaps i'll share on PH later bri ;)

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