Boese Worte Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Boese Worte



Lacking genetics, empty her head,
age bringing changes without any grace,
dinner for one and alone in her bed
lifting the flabbies, also the face.
Ashes to ashes, ashes to dust
vulgar the lingo, full of disgust.

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