Forum Matters Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Apologies are overdue
so here they are, to some of you.
I did post stuff that was contraire
to fool you all, it was not fair.
But coming as I do from whence
the slightest whisper makes one tense,
one never tells one's thoughts to others
not even spouses, friends or mothers.

Thus, I kept up the grand charade
unlike the fellow called De Sade.
This morning when I woke from sleep
(I'd gone to bed still counting shep) ,
the wife called out to me, 'hey slave,
go have a real perfect shave, '
we were to meet my boss and all
she never used the noble 'Paul'.

I questioned her, that's how I found
that Paul has sought the underground
to hide and scheme another game
he needs the fun, an inner flame
seeks out like moths the brightest lights
and thus is drawn into the fights
between the egos and their masters,
he hates pathetic flatumblasters.
I am so glad that he's not me
though for a minute I could see
how this confusion came about
just like the milk pail with its trout.

I think we MAY see quick success
here in this place, and I confess
that I shall spend some time and post
on health and things like possum roast,
I say let's give this place some pride
which means we'll never have to hide
or sit, enduring shit for brains
and comments from the sad remains
of dullards, dills and ninkampoops
we'll have our own (and strapping) troups.

What do you say, my learned friends
shall we arise, without the bends?