The Enemy - Not Worthy - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I only have one enemy
I say with all my pride and glee.
What saddens me is that he is
a bubble that will soon go fizz.
In all these years I wish I had
enticed a more deserving lad,
as this one meets his silly friends
inside the sewer's fragrant blends.
So if you meet this low-life worm
and watch him shade his eyes and squirm,
remember that he is, to wit
no more than one small piece of shit.
And if you deem this language bold
and have a mind to yell and scold,
go have a look and hear him yip,
all sunshine has now left his ship.
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