The Petition Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

'Will you, Sir, sign this petition..
yes I see you're going fishing,
but this matter must be solved
so you need to get involved.'

'What the hell could be so pressing
that you have the people guessing,
going 'round with your petition,
holy woman on a mission?

'It concerns the Forum Plaza,
which, at times, resembles Gaza.
Cogno-midgets wander in
sticky pus runs from their chin.
Dreaming of that one erection
harbouring full-blown infection.
Spit their poisons at creators
masquerade as alligators.
Let us throw them in a kettle,
wait until the stem cells settle,
scoop the surface of the scum
seal the mess inside a drum,
bury it in outer space
thus create a peaceful place.'

'I can see your brilliant logic
this disease is haemorrhagic.
I shall sign a thousand times,
tell me, girl, do you like rhymes? '