Wheels Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Wheels



Wheels

Don’t know how but somehow
Devil Wheel changed our life
For the worse; or better?

I hate the inventor, regardless.

With the wheels, two, four, more
I don’t walk…ass grows…
With the wheel I don’t ride
the donkey or the horse…
Fun, fear. are all gone.

I hate the inventor, regardless.
I don’t like the highways and asphalt.

Friday, June 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: technology
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