To The Bitter Woman - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Of all the men I've known named Jerry
among the nuts he is the berry.
His love writes notes to me signed Allie
ye Gods will surely keep a tally
of all the goings-on, they will
step in to stop the one who's ill
and full of unexploded hate,
do stay away from my good mate
and find a victim for yourself
on the Salvation Army shelf.
Don't wash your undies on the streets
you may not have the eye that meets
what others easily discern
go back inside, clean up and earn
respect first from yourself and then
from other women and their men.
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