To William Mowell (Visitor) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

To William Mowell I do say
would you go back to church and pray.
Your poems are so very odd
that only Lucifer or God
could take the time to look and see
your crappy, lousy misery.
I do suggest you do refrain
from coming here to spread your pain,
if hanging from the tallest tree
is not for you (as it could be) ,
I say go drown your many sorrows
in all your asinine tomorrows.
Fred Gold (a relative perhaps?)
is one of those demented chaps,
you take up space and take up time
but cannot write a single rhyme.