Paedophile Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Paedophile

What I do with orphans
-is work of pedophile

Poor and weak and small
-are the kids all in all

I picked them on Bathurst
-gave them ride with respect

At home chose one by one
-flirted with them all

Went through every part
-from back to front…

Smiled and set fingers
-in cracks, and wetted

Made them use my own voice
-every word honey-comb

They spoke of parents
-kept secrets of lovers

How many? How deeply?
-none opened mouth to say

One mentioned Plato
-with the men in circle

Some knew the poems
-of poet and poets

One taught me critique
-and other of tummy

The orphans that I picked
-are friends, great books

Keep busy my eyes, mind
-"Who left them? " I know not!