Sir Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Sir

His beard too fresh
Possibly never shaved,
He sat there; next to her
A blonde,
He said was his mother
Upper teeth in front had fallen.

They sat there
On a curb near the parking lot
Next to them a cheap bed
Of my past reminded
Spring and folded.

"Sir"
He said after time
He wanted ten dollars
"We have been evicted! "

Wanted fair to get to a shelter…

Hair stood on skin
I know since it was felt
And with it a deep shame
Of mankind; life's systems.