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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Gender Matters
On this festive occasion
it's a question that begs
in the Lord's own equation
there's no mention of eggs.
All the chickens and bunnies
keeping well occupied
hiding eggs behind dunnies
where the spirits reside.
And when dawn wakes the masses
they stand up on their legs.
Yes, they all have their asses,
only some carry eggs.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1438.
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Genetics
Longevity is what you get
when worthy genes meet to combine.
What happens in this world instead
is the creation of a line
of imbecilic, useless creatures,
abnormal chromosomes from hell,
resulting in sub-human features,
in misfits that could never tell
what's right or wrong and what is kindness.
It's not a question of I Q
but one of deaf-mute triggered blindness,
you find examples in the Zoo.
One either has been well-endowed
with all that Nature can bestow
or live forever in a cloud
of idiocy. We all must know
that millions fit that bill of dummies,
they are the ones who should be slaves.
And they would best stay with their mummies,
as there is no one else who saves
these slow, lethargic social floaters
who cannot make a contribution,
who are allowed to act as voters
instead of filling institutions.
They find in their pathetic lives
that it is true that stupid is
who cannot eat with fork and knives,
and can't remember when to piss.
He'll catch the ENVY, it's an illness,
it starts out slowly, then spreads wide
throughout the body to the stillness
of empty skulls and smelly hide.
A major symptom is resentment,
they cannot fathom how it works
that real people have contentment,
live in a world far from those jerks.
So, after years of heavy thinking,
(they all combine their mental powers) ,
they start the day by slowly blinking
and then they waste away the hours
with tricks and nasty sabotage.
They can't create with empty skulls
and withered, dullard, pale visage,
unable to spend time with dolls
they go on rampages to wreck
the trappings of the ones with brains,
and wish they could be neck on neck
with those who have received their gains
by work and wit and common sense,
and through superior genes and traits,
but on the bad side of the fence,
where dogshit smells and vermin waits,
the envy has become so hot
that fulmination has appeared,
it worries normal people not,
it is not something to be feared.
Such illness does consume the masses,
that's why they ridicule our age.
In truth they die, these envious asses,
while we survive, laugh at their rage.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: people poems, remember poems, nature poems, work poems, truth poems, world poems, fear poems
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1439.
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Genetics Are...
Is it the goddamn awful truth that they
take after Mom and Dad, whom they obey?
Is nothing novel in this world of interest
and progress so elusive that it's best
to just ignore the nouveau riche attire
and keep a bucket on the side, in case of fire.
They will, if you just let them tell you all,
about the way their kind did not play ball.
Complaints about their sisters and their brothers
will cumulate eventually, with their own mothers.
So do not fall for it, my friend, do NOT,
the situation comedy may look so hot,
but as they say the apple falls close to the tree
if you have second thoughts, please come to me.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Gentleman Jack
'Twas early in the morning when I woke.
An eerie silence had so sneakily descended,
or was it the perception of a loss,
a novel emptiness, unknown to me 'til now?
There was a scribbled greeting in red lipstick
pinned to the outer part of our bathroom door,
explaining briefly she was leaving me for good,
and that a sudden haste allowed no further talk.
I rushed with purpose to my walnut-panelled bar,
where I was greeted by a favourite friend of mine.
'Hi, Brother Jack', I mumbled, got myself a glass.
And I could see that suddenly, and as of now
my world would be not only beautiful but free.
She left, so WHAT, one who was never welcome,
there are so many female fishes in the sea.
But, in comparison, I know a better way:
A gentleman named Jack - It works for me.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: loss poems, brother poems, silence poems, beautiful poems, friend poems, red poems, sea poems, world poems, fish poems, fishing poems, work poems
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