Political Barber Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Political Barber

Meant to say: "Am great,
Trimming back of neck! "

To do so, held mirror,
Went behind my bald head!

I was rude, straight,
So, old him: "Sure, is OK! "

Same is in politics,
The mirror shows robin,
Wild spots, golden chest,
And even turquoise eggs,
But never the truth,
In closeup, detail!

To barbers we pay and
Let them use scissors and
Play with our head's hair,
Like some do holding dick
With the soap and cream
Wanting to masturbate!

Politics is the same,
We are fooled by mirror,
In it, we, see nonsense,
Regardless of persons,
Lowest to presidents!

We take care of payments,
And end up as losers
Of our rights, freedom
That told them to defend.

God knows I, always say:
"Is enough, must stop, "
Soon after, once again,
Success is tumors'!

Time passes, I forget,
End with both characters!