Back In Black Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Back in black

He was back in black
Talked of morgue, was so sad.

At the bar and disco
He drank, and had danced.

He cried when drunk.

“Love is now business
Give and take for the sex.
Workers are johns and pimps.
Commodities are young girls.
They décor with make-ups,
Some movement is pump up.
They call it “Love making.”

He stopped with a sigh
Then again fired up:

“What is love to be made?
They make deals, business.”