La Vie Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Nine days have passed, flew by like snails
held back by indignation's tails.
Or is it simply a foul mood
that let her smile become unglued ?
I am no better than the rest
against all reason see the best
in fellow man and politicians
while all of whom make false decisions.
A single fly found in the ointment
will make a tub of disappointment.
As silence is a trait of lambs
a porker gives you two nice hams.