Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 82,758 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Chips - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Thin and long, bony face
Mouth small and thin lips,
With no room to land kiss

She rushed; bought sandwich
A coffee, bag of chips
Sat like hen on the eggs

Her fingers, the rat’s rail
Nails painted heart-liver

Bites and chews and reads texts
Short break, in blink back again
She works as secretor

Rush and buy, sit on chair
Eat and run
This life is “Nine to five”.

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 9, 2015

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