Herbert Nehrlich Money Poems

Ten years ago, in Tennessee
I grew myself a money tree.
The money came in all-green leaves
my shepherd kept away the thieves.
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My belly aches for precious food
my androgens are in the mood,
one foot already in the grave
the other one acts rather brave.
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I know, my dear, I told you that I love you,
you hold my hand now, lucky me, as I lay dying,
the other one is in the grip of those who would lay claim
to having known my most elusive little secret.
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