Dark Side - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
So, as we sit and contemplate
the country's most precarious state
the sun reminds of pledges passed
and opportunities so vast.
So snug we are, so up ourselves
have overcome the thought of elves
believe in nothing any more
and sweat indifference, that whore
sent by the devil to sow seeds
for stubborn sociopathic weeds.
'A drink now, boy, and move your legs',
is it our conscience now that begs
lean back and soak it up my friend
too soon will come the bitter end.
Remember though, you may not see
the dark side of the old shade tree.
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