Herbert Nehrlich - Store Detective

The elevator stopped to beep.
Two girls got in, they were alone.
One mentioned 'underwear' and 'creep'
in slightly hushed, embarrassed tone.
Quick reached her hand into her crotch
to pull them downward, just a notch.

Me, the detective, at the screen,
observing, also hearing that.
A sight that I had never seen,
then I looked down to where I sat
and knew that no man, 'wake or sleep
would ever look inside his pants
and call the fellow 'Nicker-Creep'.

Herbert Nehrlich

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