He left the site, <br />his tail, so short <br />but hidden <br />between two legs <br />of seborrheic hair <br />with nappies tied <br />and tucked <br />discoloured. <br />To mess one's pants <br />requires fright <br />or simple mentirosis <br />but time has caught <br />this filthy louse <br />he was stood down <br />and asked to show <br />the words he fabricated. <br />No lower form <br />of life exists, <br />disgusting is a word <br />so mild and bland <br />it would not fit <br />this bastard <br />and his kind. <br />Of course he ran, <br />rachitic legs <br />pale face <br />and fuzzy beard <br />these lice, they don't <br />face music, no <br />they only lie and steal. <br />If I had access <br />to the likes <br />of him and <br />other vermin <br />I would not grab them <br />by the balls <br />or any other part. <br />But from 3 feet <br />full face, not hidden <br />I'd rearrange his globe, <br />though using gloves <br />or dirty rags <br />I do not like to smell.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-riddance/
