donderdag 5 augustus 2010

Song for a Hungarian Schlampe

You pulled out of your hat
All the madness of the globe
A jester, fortune’s black cat
Erasing all love and hope
Your shoddy and blood soaked limbi
Taken aback, startled by your violence
Shuddering out of bestial greed
Engendering, enabling a new pestilence.
I will rape all you own, you shrieked
Your foul tongue your teeth beneath
Your purple heart and rowdy sacks, all
To the demise of the gullible and the sweet
But truly once you were lost and blonde
Forever smiling, bolting through the hay
My life, my love, you spoke ohne grin
Will eternally be true, jolly, honest and gay.

But so it goes, as we go on, the sore,
The species damned by living long,
You are that girl, not anymore.

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