Social Limerick - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
He was known as the local Brownbagger,
in his belt he had hidden a dagger.
As an industry rep
bribing was a small step
and the common folks surely would stagger.
When big business gets cozy and close
with the leaders, (not those who oppose)
it will take from your wallet
while it drops down your gullet
of the poison a hefty dose.
We have lost all the caring and love
that was given to us from above.
where compassion is missing
there will never be kissing
it is more advantageous to shove.
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