Frisbee Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Frisbee

My friends
I ask you to please
Read also imagine
Open field with a dog
And me and Frisbee
I throw high and deep
Dog catches only if
Both of us are lucky

I was out
Same with sun
Though played
"Seek and hide"

Humid, air was warm
Different were people
Gender, age, and the wear
When they walked
Some in shorts
Loose or tight

Or skirts around butts
Like old "Long" (loincloth)
When they bathed in Hammam

Each had own attraction
Showing legs, knees, ankles
Depending what there was
Which of the body parts spoke, talked
Through look, shape or size

Upper parts had own show
Cleavage was either part in the sun
Or open all in all except for nipples' brown

Stories of the chests
Were told so different
With ribs and, bones breasts
Bony, soft and mattress
In shape of eggplant, watermelon
Varied one from one
Amused me each with its location
Some sat high as neck tie
Some were low or to side

And I was like my dog
Looked at them eagerly
More often categorised
In times saw underwear
Exiled in trench or the ditch of genital
Of course eyes spied and reported
I never thought in way that did my dog

My dog is wealthy, rich
He stole, gained by cheat and breach
And now holds the highest position
Wears crown, dances by holding sword

This dog as women said
And news, and we know
Not only made money off women
That grabbed the female genitals

And still with such shit
I wonder why people voted and…
How was he chosen and elected?

I am back in the field
With my dog
Freebie
Sure I am that this ass never reads
But some may
They may do inform him
So they may, or maybe no one cares

I play with my dog
Throw him Frisbee
Catch, or not

This dog is a bastard
In evil, a master
Shame to us to have him
And to God to make him
To us all, each of us, all of us