Fight Of Class Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fight Of Class



Fight of class

His car was high class
so name it as you want
on roadside it was parked
and his girl was inside
both acted as you know:
“hey B.S. let us go.”
cam along a taxi
like couple, caring less
rushed and passed with speed
first car’s hunk: “don’t you see? ”
and taxi: “go get lost.”
lovely fight of class
both, somehow, against us.

Monday, November 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: class
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