Cheers 'N Such - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
The bloomin train from town was late,
a Chevy launched a puddle at my coat,
that day I was in love with genuine hate
the world seemed to revolve by sheer remote.
What is the use, said Barry (guy at work) ,
and popped a bunch of pills, to lift the mood,
he's always been an item and a jerk,
and liked to see his workers in the nude.
The world needs serotonin, we must have a boost
he liked his prozac pills, had dumped his holy book
Big Pharma had been picked to rule the roost
restored his sanity and got him off the hook.
I went to lunch at nine, to get a Reuben triple,
a shot of Jack washed down by Heineken, (it's Dutch) ,
I do prefer the great expression tipple
it keeps me focused and insane but not by much.
Came out from Harry's with a stagger in my smile,
work piling up and who, I ask, would give a hoot
up to the boss to put a damper on his bile
I have a job to do, a real horn to toot.
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