Guillotine Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Guillotine

Close your eye and
Lift your nose
Turn your
Head!

I stink…

Lucky you…

You avoid me
And I your silhouette…

I search for those
Stinking people who
Come with heavenly odor
Of dignified hard work…
And honesty…

Unlike you
The spoiled
Raccoon…
Rascal…

Buy expensive perfume
You with penthouse
You with thin
Silk dress
Made of
Blood

Of the poor…

Lucky you
Keep your shitty head in the sand
Till the guillotine…
-of the ninety nine percent
Is sharpened…
Raised and…
Fallen…