What Can I Tell You? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

You, the mute-deaf-blind
Your words sneeze, vomit, diarrhea and farts

What can I tell you?
You have rock in ear, eyes
You fart from your mouth

Your brain, a shitter
Your claim, a river
Your knowledge, virtual

What can I tell you?

I was taught
The loudest is the emptiest

I was taught
The loudest are bags and drums

What can I tell you?

I was reminded:
“Only the torn-ass crow hadn’t shitted on us.”

What can I tell you?

Do you know what crow is to us?
'It is a waste eater; the dirtiest with worst walk.'

What can I tell you?

My silence, (if you had brain)
Would have meant treasure
(Silence is reply to stupid.)

What could I tell you?
(When you talked from your stomach only...)