What's Her Job? Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
What's Her Job?
Humid, it is hot; she sits inside box
She is wearing underwear and bra
And on top, flannel piece of cloth
She's busy making rise, letting fall
She works in parking lot at the bars
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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4/19/2024 1:40:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
busy, making rise, rise and rise, good one.