Drinking Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Drinking
If you drink
you die
if you don't
you cry.
So don't cry
but do drink
you will
thus
skip the shrink
help your soul
to reflect
on your liver's
defect.
And how odd
that your God
did invent
the old booze
thus he gave
you the nod
and you simply
can't lose.
It's C-two
and H-five
and OH
for you
we're alive
and God-fearing
so we love
this endearing
histamine fuse
to be touched
by kid's glove
wave away
all the blues.
this is the first of your poems i have enjoyed in a while. well done! Jake
Mary, it's not so much the caffeine but the Aspartame (10 % wood alcohol=methanol=formaldehyde=renal toxin=much increased susceptibility to over 100 diseases....) H
I'm printing this out for my husband. It is his philosophy. :) Good poem. Raynette
Yeah! That's what I'm talking about....nothing like a good Friday night drunk, I mean, drink, huh, Uriah! Love this! It's my new mantra.
Well, I know there are many people that enjoy it...I'll take my diet pepsi. (Yes Doctor, I know that caffeine is bad for you too) :) Sincerely, Mary
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I would like to translate this poem
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I don't know if it is the subject matter or just the cool fun way it flows but I like this poem.