A fake who had run into strife <br />re-appeared as another man's wife. <br />Name is August oh yes? <br />And a female, no less <br />go and f**k yourself, get a new life! <br /> <br />They will never allow him to come <br />to their party, he's simply too dumb. <br />Not a talent of note <br />it is curtains she wrote <br />and for you, there ain't even a crumb. <br /> <br />He attended his own circumcision, <br />his strange father had made the decision. <br />From the day this took place <br />it was simply a case <br />that he lacked even simple cognition. <br /> <br />Though he ventured to where they do write. <br />Thought that poetry might need a light <br />not a single soul read <br />what came out of his head, <br />he was neither too handsome nor bright. <br /> <br />Well, he could not believe that they would <br />that they might and that (really!) they could, <br />so he crashed through the gate <br />when a fellow said Mate, <br />we cut balls off of every hood! <br /> <br />He assured them he was not a felon <br />or a fiddler, his name would be Helen. <br />But they cut off his tail <br />in the Worcestershire Jail <br />and the rest of it, well..I'm not tellin.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-judgment/
