Well, Ain'T It True? Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Well, Ain'T It True?



All skies are endless,
oceans deep
and we have promises to keep.

My beach umbrella
ain't for fools.
I say this fella sticks with pools.

Don't trust ye gods
they have been paid.
I don't need angels to get laid.

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