Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Wenn man noch eine Mutter hat
so zaehlt man zu denjen'jen
die wie das Madenkind vom Blatt
ist eine von den wen'jen
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I'm as cute as a hairy baboon
and my God is the Cheddar Cheese Moon.
When I eat too much cheese
my intestines soon freeze
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Die Welt traeumt langsam vor sich hin
und ueberlegt ob sich ein Sinn
aus diesem Wirrwarr wohl entpuppe.
Ob eine Fliege in der Suppe
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It was Sylvester,
the scruffy cat,
who peeked into the Bedroom
of Desire.
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A cactus does have many pricks,
I often wonder why.
It can't compare to human dicks.
Ooops, sorry, if you're shy.
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Bubbles are troubles
said Mama Sarina.
And she looked at the stubbles
of the young Filipina,
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It's so refreshing
to be without the bastards
perhaps they've left now?
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Schlappi said
let's make a braid.
To run away
from every day.
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Like the poet who wrote
that he ran out
of inspiration,
of words.
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I huddled there, inside a drum
that stank of rancid oils and rotten fish.
So close to freedom, nudging now the gate,
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