Bay Street-Wear Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bay Street-Wear



Bay street-wear

Dark suit and lighter shirt
tie’s glaze
this is Bay’s dress code.

And women three-piece
mid skirt around knees
hair made-up, straight
with the face

In the bags lunch boxes
poor to match the income

These people can be named:
Percussions
Empty their drums

Practiced are voices and the pens
with keyboards

That is all

Don’t be fooled by the suits
Nice dress.
The money ends elsewhere.

Well-dressed is bridge and slave.

Monday, December 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: commercialism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuy Amante 14 December 2015

when I see a full business suit in the middle of summer, I smile in my cut-offs, at the poor monkey slaves who wear them

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