Kim, Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Kim,



Kim

It sounds same with each Kim.
Kardashian and Novak, both are Kim.
The same is with colleague.
Nothing but ass and face
And maybe in the bed; exposing.

Two photos of Novak say a lot,
In one is actress of young age, and today
Her face is plastic.

“Kim” a voice is whispering
Clear but secret, amazing:
“You left bed of husband
Ended in, the Mike’s car
Pulled your pants…”
The rest was erotic.

They both laughed, voice and Kim
Voice’s tone took a shift, suddenly:
“On return, your smell, and husband,
What went on? Had no shame? ”

“He’d slept with the kids…”

Is it same with each Kim?
No brain, just skin?

Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: reality,women
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