Herr Direktor Sieper Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

His name was Sieper.
Direktor, top enchilada.
He had control of dough
and other matters.
You did get more
if, during an audience
you kept your cranium
near the aequator.

One day we found
Direktor Sieper
who'd lost his way
apparently,
was led inside
the Haus Der Huren
that day in May.
I learned that day.

Oh, student lust
we wished we could
take any breast
to share our dreams.

We smelled it then
as we do now,
and in hindsight,
Sieper was right.