Quisling - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
To those of you who like to watch
at night through open drapes,
when happily two lovers touch:
Do you like sour grapes?
This looking in amounts to peeping,
but if you have the time for this
it means that your heart must be sleeping,
or would you rather have that kiss?
And 10 commandments Jesus read,
so if you see two lovers sizzling,
seek pleasures in your own soft bed,
or else, your new name would be Quisling.
Comments about Quisling by Herbert Nehrlich
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye