Myths Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Myths

Somehow I
-don't know why
-cannot read words of junk
-though tired and saddened by truth
-need and want to pass time…

Whenever take a book
-stupid and funny
-read few of pages; then bye-bye

But reading 'Myths from Mesopotamia'
-takes me to the Bible and Koran
-and many other books of the faiths…
-serious it is and makes me laugh crazy
-since I see a mirror to my mind
-all the words, except for professionals
-come from my nasty Goddamn mouth
-book and I agree that everything from Jews
-which are shoved through ass, heart or mind
-are nothing but theft, loot, and designed with the lies

I care less if they are accepted by the Church
-or the mosque and Arabs and the faith named Islam

They make me so mad that I feel the
- 'Better dead than alive if I am related
-to sons of Abraham by even a single blood cell
-through the ovules of Sarah or his Hager! '

I do write; write a lot
-when fiction, I make up
-like Bible's Testaments and Koran
-though somehow the cores come from facts
-of somewhere in the past
-same is too with Rumi's stories
-compiled and collected, rewritten
-as have done Hemingway and Carver

Therefore, I approve that books of faiths are great
-but they are the copies, duplicates, rearranged
-or maybe changed to match with the date…