Cheating Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cheating

Let's call him headmaster
-just to be on same page
-with those in USA…

He was the second man
-in school's management;
-then, I was in third year.

Nasser, his brother
-one of our classmates.

Latter got worst grades,
-embarrassed the master!

Though was not member of
-the bullies, gangsters
-sat at the rows at end…
- (They were boss in breaks!)

Once, Nasser had party
-I, too, was invited.

His father, a mullah
-wrote, was a researcher
-among things like beard.

Great was food, laughter
-till we saw that Vien
- (one of our classmates,
-a bully in his way,
-tried to show muscles.)

I never liked bullies.
-Possibly took after my father!
-to them, Dad, stood firm…
-I, sure, was the right heir.

Vien-me had a fight
-not verbal, showing off.

We got down to our pants!

I stood all the way
-as eager young tiger.

My stand in class
-changed and raised a halo
-around me with "Warning! "

Doubtlessly I enjoyed
-yet, remained humble and
-followed my nerdy way
-in my line and level.

Studied.
Studied.
Studied.

Once, near exam time
-talked with me Headmaster
-mentioned name of Nasser:
- "He can't, is unable…"

Meant to say: "…
-to finish high school…
-for sake having a future."

"Ninth grade can help out."

At the end I agreed
- we would sit in one room,
-and would have enough time
-for us so I could write
-both mine and his papers! "

Therefore, I, in that age
-was lucky to see, learn:
- "Cheating can be success! "

Later, time taught me that
- "Cheating is everywhere
-regardless of the time and place! "

So, I know most of the politicians!