Lipstick Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Lipstick



A member claiming smarts and skill
while locked in battle, will 'gainst will,
reveals himself a dilettante
misspelling (really!) sycophant.

Don't you just love the ones who use
big words just like a mitrailleuse?
It is like sitting on a twig
with lipstick on one's inner pig.

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