Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 80,811 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Uber - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki


Driving passengers is much fun
Driver is doctor and patients, mentally
Sick or sharp, great, lost…

You hear everything of sober and drunk
Can be right, excellent or almost
All shady and shaky, fog, frost.

“Drivers of taxis’ strike…
started and ended for a cause
forgotten is truth just because
we hear part and see, tip of ice
deep and depth have reason
knowing them must be must. ”

The taxis are like ex-minister
had the helm to drive and go round
the abuse went on and dragged on
till people got tired, fired arms.

Also the news of driver:
“Music is hateful…is disgust.”

Then Peter and young man
they showed up as no-ones
but spoke; lit the light
“How smart! ! ! ”

Topic(s) of this poem: observation

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2015

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