The Vulgar Poet - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I do abhor vulgarity
and most of your profanity.
It cheapens you beyond belief
it is as if you'd take the leaf
that God plucked from the holy tree
and flaunted IT, for all to see.
No need, I say to act too chaste
but, pardon me, you are poor taste,
it's not that poems do offend-
your tongue has gone around the bend.
And should old fate bring punishment
you'd notice great astonishment
in truth, if our paths did cross
I'd use a piece of dental floss
and hang you from the tree of shame,
into its bark I'd carve your name.
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