Cleanup Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cleanup

Feel stuck in a jar
Is made of crystal
Scary neck is long.

This is my today's life…
The day that we are dots
On pages kept in files
Later sealed with photo.

Around me are letters
From banks and organs
Wi-Fi file holds emails
Together they exceed
Height of man they address!

Have to read, get rid of…
Yes I need: "Cleanup! "

But they are so many
Like a mountain, massive
Forced, I must fill the bags
And take them to trash!

Want to run to desert
To the sea and forest
There can be who I am
Not paper, not email!