Affidavit Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Affidavit

Went to her in need of
A paper to settle
Problems, be legal.

"Affidavit" it is called.

Had one of the past time
Handed in and defined
My need and why to write
Anew, another!

New to land and tongue
But lucky with good job
Half copied, half obeyed
Till coming to "Conscious"
She had "T" in between.

Too polite, almost shy
I asked her: "Is this right? "
Searched on line, could not find
I was a client; and she boss,
Could not talk and discuss.

Took away the copies
Those I said ‘do correct'.

"Can I have some copy? "
"No you can't, must shred! "

I smiled…knew why! ! !