My son is a Kangaroo !
when alert, he hankers the return of his father,
My son who perceives himself as a grown man,
              carries me in his pouch,
                           and takes me for a ride,
                                        in that censer of wild rue,
                                                     in the city's merry-go-round,
                                                                    and around the world,
                                                                                he takes me for a ride!
 
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My son is a Kangaroo,
When he tries to make up,
            He takes to McDonalds'
                         to Disneyland,
to my favorite amusement park,
to Jamshidiyeh, my favorite park,
and to Las Vegas,
He forgets all about me in the midst of his school bag & his books & his homework;
In the evenings, he plays soccer, 
He watches Harry Potter,
and like a pawn in a chess board,
he shifts me around to suit his schemes,
 
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            My son is a Kangaroo,
            When he's breaking up with me,
             he throws me out of his pouch,
                           he abandons me,
             he disposes of me,
             and I, without my identity and without a marriage certificate,
 
venture into another journey,
 
into the pockets of all men,
 
to find his look-alike....