Butt Hurts Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Butt hurts

I feel pain in my butt
-whenever I hear
- 'Paedophile'

He was big
-I, small
-and ramming…

This is the story…

In village
-in every spring
- (and still it could be
-same as was, needs to be;
-this culture lasted for centuries…)

Animals give birth to
-their cute, little babies
-villagers don't like waste
-and have had their own ways
-their female is kept as treasure
-their male is prepared for autumn
-life will end, become food for winter

Therefore, short-lived male gets
-some royal attention and with care
-till skinned, close eye to Mom, Earth
-same happens to male bees; does nature,

Small boys are in charge
-to test the shepherd-ness
-take care of youngsters

Then it was my turn and
-I enjoyed
-being head and master
-baby goats' and to lambs

Hand fed them, we played
-they grew as fast as does grass
-and still playful, I remained too small
Their bare heads now had horn
-and they beat very hard
-and it hurt
-and I ran
-and they raced
-after me and caught up
-and hit me in my butt
-and I fell and cried

Lamb, now ram
-rammed its horn
-and 'Dare you! '
-I felt his happiness
-he was just playing

Now, very different
-far from the mountains
-lands, cultures, strange
- (Wonderland)
-and my thoughts expanded
- (to see world!)

I see those in White House
-Kremlin, and the rest of rulers
-to be like the lambs that
-we fed and made them rams

They grew thanks to us
-our trust and kindness
-we gave them home, shelter
-and best of attentions
-hand fed them with much care

These bastards grow large
-soon are big, humongous
-and become the monsters
-and hit us with their horns
-they play their own games

Sarcastic; their joy is
-to laugh while watching us
-shout, cry, on the run
-to exile, refuge in our pains