Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Pilshoffer was the name
of our old teacher,
'twas chemistry that made him
what he was and clung to.
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At last she had arrived, hips swinging.
Boobs leading,
heels clicking,
unhurried, rather strolling.
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When you see robbers
behind each scrawny cedar
it's paranoia.
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They carried
all the logs,
just one by one,
down to the village,
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Dear Doctor, would you tell me please
why your computer gets attention.
I came to you with MY disease,
you listened vaguely, not to mention,
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As if you didn't know.
It's nothing to do with you,
or me, for that matter.
It's circumstances,
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Lonesome and hot,
covered with dust
the Hilton it's not
and the work is a must.
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Oh yes, the LOTTERY.
Another one I did not,
would not, could not
participate in, yet
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'But do not come to Daddy,
crying, come Monday morning
expecting to pay what I offer you
right here and now, so come,
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He was an old man now.
Still digging graves at
our cemetary.
Pick axe and shovel,
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