Remora Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Remora

Don't ever wait for me
-to lie, hide, honeyfuggle.

No, no, no; no never!
-My words are nippy and
-possibly hit in face and bitter;
-but from depths of heart and honest.

To me, she
-and her likes
-every single royal
-whoever, wherever
-is Rupestral, Remora!

Question them:
- "What have done
-to become special
-to deserve being up? "

Not a bit…epsilon!

A friend told me of
- "A dog's child being dog
-same as sheikh's, and royal's! "

I nodded, stamped, sealed!

To prove let's think, look
-at weddings, dressing, media
-and the carts, chariots
-and guards and, expenses!

Where from?
Whose pocket?
Why and how?

You know like everyone
-it is yours and is mine! ! !

We work hard days and nights
-paying tax by moon hunt in hot sun
-with sweat all over; heads, arms, thighs!