Herbert Nehrlich - Lowlifes

By chance they'd been awarded the top flat.
The view was quite stupendous, they agreed,
the drawback was the orange Persian cat
which climbed the balcony and always peed.

A feud erupted soon, insults exchanged,
veiled threats of shotgun blasts and even worse,
the upper class was labeled as deranged
but 'Lowlifes' was the mother of a curse.

The judge, who'd lived upstairs himself for years,
found nothing nasty bordering on libel.
In fact the very term did please his ears,
dismissed the case, one hand upon the bible.

It seems that we can call all those below
inferior due to geographic facts.
Streetlevel living ain't the way to go
high level living rightfully attracts.

Herbert Nehrlich

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