every revolution requires
                       a caste of butchers...
the men who would
      drop the guillotine blade
with a set of morals,
or bascially, without  qualms...
    me? i'm not so *******
jew-ridden sensitive regarding
words said, or unsaid...
                i'm not m.g.m.
ridden, i'm not thin-skinned
like the jews, ******* have been
whipping ***** juice
for some time... now the cream
has turned.... sour...
oh now they're bothered,
smoke-signalling from
north america,
ejected from europe,
now they're howdy-howdy
proud-e...
         kippah for
a chinese soup bowl...
manage that,        *******!
what, your payots
not the vogue dreadlocks you
expected?
   go on,
twirl for me,
      fork a tangle of spaghetti!
you can can call me ****,
given that my great-grandmother
fed my grandmother opiates
to shut her up
so the nazis wouldn't discover
them on the front...
hell... i'll even shake your
hands prior to giving the *******
salute!
  call it!                    call it!
            let's dodge ball...
                      hard to see
the butchers;
   easier spotting fictional wizards...
never mind the herd,
the herd will always object,
they always seem to do so...
the butchers are never far behind,
neither is the guillotine...
      if the luftwaffe were prescribed
pervitin...
            i'm starting to ensure
an image of the butchers...
                    it begins softly,
with words...
          after the words die off,
        the jean-claude van damme
action flicks pick up speed...
                    women... ah,
what a suckling weakness...
   they love the word troll,
even though they're allowed to use it,
only on the basis of it being
  a misnomer...
                                    she really wanted
to write a bestseller book
              aged 18, retired at 35...
   ****... life got in the way,
meaning: other people...
                       ****, maybe next time,
honey-bun-bun-annie...
                          maybe next time,
    hopefully
  the next-to-near-to-never... again;
                  einst sollte machen es;
once again,
pardon english grammar written
in german...
   i just had to make a joke
out of the:
            gootten ęglischen achçung...
               die gut akzenzé.