He intimated that he had <br />penultimate authority, <br />though never did he say so. <br />And what they call in television <br />a 'nicer', he would be <br />impeccably, conservatively dressed, <br />with matching body language <br />and a butterfly bow tie. <br /> <br />The two of us appeared to be <br />exchanging pleasantries, <br />with faces from the film called <br />Misery Loves Company. <br /> <br />And in the end, when I could feel <br />a dozen newly-hatched gray hairs <br />make their appearance, laterally <br />I left the temple of this moneychanger <br />and sniffed the air for penthouse scents. <br /> <br />Now at the mercy of the hands of power, <br />with just one task to master, only once. <br />It was manipulation of the thumb <br />and took an effort like the raising of <br />the battleship called Arizona.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-nicer/
