I feel for you my learned friend, <br />for we all suffer in the end <br />from those whose machinations cause <br />great alterations to good laws. <br />I may not be the first to tell <br />that we face Heaven, maybe Hell <br />depending on the mood of those <br />who think in poetry or prose <br />up there and hid behind the clouds <br />and dressed in togas, shawls and shrouds, <br />what were they thinking when they made <br />all critters fit to pass the grade, <br />those error codes contained within <br />make any shrewd observer grin, <br />we are not rabbit or gazelle <br />yet those in power ring the bell <br />when they decide to call us home <br />from Liverpool or ancient Rome. <br />I say we need to stand and shout <br />that man deserves no bloomin' gout <br />nor other ills so hear ye Gods, <br />I bet you gladly, take the odds <br />you goofed big time, made crap and then <br />expect us earthlings, women, men <br />to bail you out by voodo means <br />and tend to babies, toddlers, teens <br />until the pension office calls <br />and summons you to their big halls. <br />While I am tough and never flinch <br />at needles, up to one small inch <br />I question why we need to bare <br />clean skin to let them part the hair <br />and jab their poisons deep inside <br />I say ye Gods have truly lied!<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rebuttal-poem-to-l-beck/
