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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Influenza
For those of you without a clue
about the dangers of the flu
I say before you get your shot
you'd better say 'I'd rather not',
no studies have shown proof to date
that shots would influence the state
and through some magic kill the bugs.
Purveyors often are plain thugs,
they add huge toxins to the mix
like mercury, it is a fix
and by itself may cause disease
so go to Google, study, please,
or Doc Mercola who explains
how mercury affects young brains,
and listen not to the statistics
they're twisted, using linguistics.
Few people die from influenza,
go ask the smart fellows at Mensa,
the death attributed to flu
are deaths of course, that much is true.
Yet it's pneumonia that will kill
some folks, who happen to be ill,
pneumonia though is not assisted
nor in the therapeutics listed
it will not yield and, au contraire,
flu shots contribute their fair share
to the demise at any age
so think before you reach the stage
when doctors urge you, 'while you're here,
you would prefer the arm or rear? '
Say NO unless you find the studies
with proof, don't listen to your buddies
or vested interests from Big Pharm,
you might receive a dose of harm.
Note: The contents of this poem are not intended to provide medical advice.
Proper medical advice on all health matters ought to be obtained from
your personal health care provider
Herbert Nehrlich
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Joe The Plumber
A plumber without plumbing tools,
no license from no plumbing schools.
Much taxes owed and free of hair
but seeking treatment that is fair.
McCain you picked another bummer,
no boost will come from Joe the Plumber.
Your faucet, John, has sprung a leak,
we know it's riches that you seek.
To crown a life of grabbing gold
go out as president when old...?
Believe you me, Joe is no plumber
and you no president, oh bummer.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Judgment Day
I do not care about the dough,
it costs whatever they decide.
But will I finish cretins, yes
they will not eat for quite some time.
I do have plenty and have now pledged
what it will take to knock them cold
we have your names and all details
so, worry not, but worry more.
It is enough, you understand
that only heavy-handed scorn
will do you justice in the end
I promise you that's what you'll get.
And watch this space, it will be told
the sordid details of your fall
I am not sorry, you decided
that you could play with me for all.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: justice poems, sorry poems, time poems
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Limericks - A Few More
A cadet named Hieronymous Sears
went to town but found nothing but queers.
At a weight-watch café
he could not even say
if they wiggled their fronts or their rears.
When his wife said that sex was still great
and a peaceful and wonderful state,
he felt really flattered
that his little thing mattered.
He was lucky, at seventy-eight.
A German mechanic named Fritz,
had checked in for a week at the Ritz.
Called the desk for a maid
though 'twas not to get laid,
but to squeeze all the pus from his zits.
He had just been installed as the Pope.
But next morning was caught smoking dope.
Since the Vatican Rules
state that dope is for fools,
he was soon hanging high from a rope.
There once was a chancellor named Kohl.
He was fat and had only one goal.
He ate ever'thing fried
and the day that he died
he was buried and filled up the hole.
At an open air concert in Greece,
a big flock of Canadian geese
in the style of wild birds
dropped a volley of turds.
The conductor got hit by a piece.
In the tree near the church was a nest
it was comfy and faced to the west.
Said the mischievous bird
a formidable turd
it will hit him and maybe get blessed.
A young callgirl who'd travelled from France
was attending the Hutterite Dance.
When she drank far too much,
she said 'nobody touch,
'you must pay for your goods in advance.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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