The Old Boys' Club Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The old boys' club

I am part of few old-boys' clubs
-this is how we live in Canada
-we do so because we,
-do not die as is in Africa, India
-Central Asia, very young

The rest is too funny
-constantly we repeat: "am alive, "
-don't believe in this joke, we are not!
-with claims keep head up, chest forward:
-"I know this, have done that, such and such, "
-rest assured is nonsense, one can ask genitals
-even the tweezers cannot find to work or operate
-unless an expert comes, uses lens, enlarges, magnifies…
-and the rest, you must know…is ancient history…
-are kaput; out of use…
-but not the fucking tongue
-always barks
-in the lines and at home
-also in church and mosque, synagogue,
-graveyard by friend, a just gone
-spitting the words to eulogise
-cheap praise, full of lies…

Frame this portrait
-as member of
-to
-the old-boys' club!

Example of actions
-Geoff messaged:
-"Neil was in accident…"
-I ended with Sheldon
-he called back after days
-reported what wife said

We are a bunch of dead
-fully charged
-filled with the nonsense claims! ! !