Two Black Nipples Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I had a Nanny who was black
she loved to look at me and whack
the living daylights out of me
to set, she said my dark soul free.

I had a younger brother too,
when he was small he would turn blue
the doctor said he needed air
my Nanny, though would simply bare

her ample bosom on one side
then tell the boy to open wide.
She was convinced and lectured others
that something lacks in certain mothers,

and Nannies from the Master Race
did have the substance to replace
the nutrient, a missing link
and then she sat there, sent a wink

to me the one who salivated
at those two somewhat overrated
but to a kid humongous bags.
Forgotten were the constant nags

and all the hours at attention
like soldiers, which I need to mention.
She'd been a slave just years before
and left that country's foreign shore,

once in the good old USA
she learned to find the jobs that pay.
Not only did she rake it in
she let us have it on the chin.

And like a sergeant in a drill
she gave us kids a constant chill.
Her little slaves, she called us often
I waited for her heart to soften

but in the end I was content
that in this life some things are meant
to be ignored and substituted
by pleasure genes and their deep-rooted
erotic mindset which, like ripples
are mesmerised by two black nipples.