Up To Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Up to

One of the things I enjoy in my car is listening to the advertisements.

I am not to buy; I am not fooled; I am not interested in the goods
(Offered or…)

I enjoy the creativity of my colleagues
(the writers who serve the money as do slaves.)

Money to me is sticky and stinking
it is the dirty dust of the shit that changes hands.
But do we not eat from the harvest that is fertilized?
and what is the best fertilizer? Shit….

Among the creation of my colleagues is: "Up to".

This ugly and fooling sign is everywhere
It is on the walls and in the windows
It is on all the billboards and on all the roads
It is wherever the advertisement has a place
It is in fact everywhere; even in our bedrooms.

But is ignored in the hearts and minds of the natural livers
It is not in sight of such true people

True people live in deserts and on the floating islands.

"Up to" is possibly not around the settlers of
the shrines of love
and in the shrines of dedication.

Such people are too busy with the truth to be
fooled by "Up to"
they do not change direction to go to the shop.

In the shop we see how "up to" has fooled us.