Warm And Moist Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Warm and moist


Badly sick with a cold
Disliking the doctor
Got stuck to my bed
I felt warm, had moisture.

At midnight, a cockroach,
Shamelessly
Found joy and walked on me.

They like it warm and moist.

Don't we all?
And pigs, dogs?

Do we not use flirt?
Is it not too joyous?

I smashed the cockroach,
Got it killed.

Do we not fall for same hell's devil?
Doesn't that fool evil cause same pain?
Most dangers come from small head!

Examples plenty; among them:
John Edwards
Donald Trump
Kennedys…

…so many…