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.
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