Vice* Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Vice*
He is all of those things
and descendant of kings,
he would steal lie or cheat
in an effort to meet
all the lust in the flesh
as he rises, so fresh,
in the morning of dreams
bursting modesty's seams.
As to rights he'll accept
either crude or inept
a small wave will suffice
it's all filed under 'VICE'.
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5/3/2024 2:29:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It’s all filed under VICE in the ….what? she doth ask Devices are instruments or so it would seam to stitch flesh offending from modesty’s burst Descendants of kings all end up lying in hearst If they desist of adding anything short of rubies