Herbert Nehrlich Poems

It takes some time to pick the fools
each Greyhound bus discharges some.
You ought to know that fools make rules
they do prefer their victims dumb.
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So what do you say of the wankers who spit
poisons and venom and foul-smelling shit?
Reason may ask you to leave them behind
find better pastures to think and unwind.
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The melting snow had barely now
revived the placid creeks,
gray-coated wolves were keen
to hump the loins
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Habt Freude am Leben und Liebe im Herzen
roter Saft von den Reben und ein Dinner bei Kerzen.
Deine Tage sind laengst von den Goettern gezaehlt
und sie haben den letzten fuer Dich schon gewaehlt.
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A purple scribble, his referral,
GP to specialist in haematology,
a minor glitch had reared its head
and bumped the noisy bells
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They sat there in their leather chairs,
adorned with robes of proud tradition
and nodded gravely, now and then.
Dishevelled stacks of paper here
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Said the featherless bird
he's a nerd, he's a nerd.
But the world never heard
a more lyrical word.
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Today they would label
a pupil like me,
not willing and able
but ADHD.
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On this festive occasion
it's a question that begs
in the Lord's own equation
there's no mention of eggs.
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A cloud of colours and hot air
resembled a large Bosco pear.
It floated effortlessly through
the atmosphere above the dew.
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