Cocaine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cocaine

Imagine being slim
Imagine being small
Your tail long and woolly
Sharp and cute your ears stand up
Imagine spotlights as your eyes
Now you are a squirrel
But in fact you are not.

Stop; walk to a racing track
Competing is acquired
You’re facing the squirrel
Hide and seek; the tree trunk
Leave here and jump there, on branch
Walking long on tight rope
A cable, pole to pole

Feeling afraid, embarrassed?
Let’s change track, on the rail
Did you say “I can’t do.”?

Well listen,
Get me wine and the drugs
I will race, do not care for flop

It is fun
Imagine a poet
Crazy …
Crazy is poet
That is me…
That is me.
Being drunk and drugged is lovely
Come clean and join me.