Liza Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Liza

Always I like the things strange
My facing the lady carpenter
Totally strange; unlike rest
Firm body and bulk hair
Standing her breasts in right size
My respect was immense
Waved at her to confirm
Could see her bra, very firm
Showing her womanhood…
She received; then revert
Her accent betrayer
Language was French
A lady Quebecois
Then sort of friendship
With her and boss, Steve!
"I live in Canada
Ontario; Toronto…"
Main reason for working
A sort of spying
Satisfy my wanting
To learn and add knowledge
I know of the bubble
Daily soar prices.
Of wood-made, plastic
Dens we name: "The Houses, "
Labourers are mostly
Inexpert, illegal foreigners
Albertans, Quebecois, Newfies!
And I laugh and smile:
"Each has own interest
Most look after
Earn living and bread
But many are cheaters
In one way, another
What is made is just shit…"

But minutes with Liza and Steve
To me was greatest
Though Amin pisses me…
Refugee he is and, is selfish and liar…