Three utterly pathetic <br />drops of a foul emetic <br />lounge on the P/H site <br />they are not very bright <br />while hiding in the dark <br />they practice their dull bark. <br /> <br />They cannot write at all <br />but somehow have the gall <br />to place their numbers near <br />new poems, for they fear <br />that somehow others will <br />admire poets' skill, <br />it's envy at its worst <br />and I am not the first <br />who did uncover this. <br /> <br />Those who are full of piss <br />or something called cacatum <br />accept no ultimatum <br />because they have to hide <br />their ultra-rotten side. <br /> <br />There is, it may be said <br />a reason that has led <br />them only to use ones: <br />a dullard always shuns <br />the complicated things <br />and even if (s) he sings <br />they cannot count to three <br />therefore their misery <br />restricts what they can use <br />and thus a 'one' they choose.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hiders/
