Clogged Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Clogged

With so much going on
All around, in my mind,
Selection becomes hard!

Hear shout and cry,
Hear the siren, loud,
On fire is my heart!

Surrounded am, all times,
Have questions for sky:
"What the hell is this life? "

This ugly dragon
Is sitting on the shelf,
And inside an urn, jar,
Jar, filled with alcohol,
Ripped flesh, and skull,
Of crab, serpent, child…

Somebody, some doctor
Looks at shelf in his way:
"Research for progress…"

I think of those snakes,
And speak with infants:
"Please talk, define life! "

I shiver with replies:
"Cruelty…for blood…
Abuse weak, on them, walk,
Trash them when are done! "

Of messy toilet
Thinking less is the best.

Abandon, do not touch,
Whenever bowl clogs,
If stirred, stinks worse!

Am tired, want to part,
Words clog in my mind!