Professional
Louis and mom
(With tongues holed and burned by invaders,)
Have made me write:
Khar che danad qeimate noghlo nabat
Toobreye kah bar sarash konje rabat
And it took me time
Too much time
To know specialization
To the time of being specialist
And bearing today's expectation from me:
‘Be Base'
As Marx says:
'Used days in industry; nights passively nodding, '
Yes now older than her; then
I agree:
A donkey with nose-sack on its head
Knows not of varied sweets, of sugar
An ass knows of stable; also manger
Regardless of what, pilot, a professor
When head deep in bag; blindfolded
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