Hey Prof Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hey Prof

Alicia
you are mould and a bug in brain
many times, many times, many times,

You are mould, you are bug in the head
I cannot, I cannot; I cannot,
as cannot elderly in the pain
with the bowl, need to pee
to do what is right, must.

We all fail, wet our pants
and in mine you remain
stinking as if fart, loose motion.

I recall your body in class
your tits and belly and lower part
all were right for some F…k
without you taking part
no brain, no motion
in fact you as mattress; one sided
face and eyes well-covered;
Othello
that is best…

Selfishly you love to be praised
admired
just you and you, and you, and your thoughts
make you feel exalted, super great.

Ass kissers knew that and used you for grade
raised you high to sky
to point of absence;
you were not and are not.
but selfish, self-centered
that you were and you are
felt as if genuine; poster of known Adolf,
known Hitler and copies, duplicates
in our time George Bush and before him
Stalin, Vampire and the Pope in power

You too need a Luther…