Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

The Slotmachine - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I wish I were a slotmachine
inside a fancy club
All chrome and colours to be seen
the pride of any pub.
But wait until I tell you more
the best is all those coins
a callgirl yes, but not a whore
with big receptive loins.
And as they slip inside of me
orgastic I become
an ancient geezer, drinking tea
he lets me have some rum.
I keep the bigger part of dough
those are casino rules
and never say 'I told you so',
to drunkards and old fools.

Comments about The Slotmachine by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (4/24/2006 5:48:00 AM)

    A fun poem Herbert. I like the parallel you use between the call-girls and the slot machines. Great poem. sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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  • (4/24/2006 4:54:00 AM)

    Hold the gold bars.(Nudge nudge.) Thoroughly enjoyable.
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  • (4/24/2006 4:37:00 AM)

    Light and bouncy.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

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