/                       and god almighty
i'll be "happy"
                                            to be dead
          
          when this "****"
blows over...

           i'd love to...
too much of a drummer-boy
though...

         got an itch in my ear
listening to the british
grenadiers' march
and had a though:
      find a whistle! **** the flute!

i'd ******* die
for donning a bearskin cap
than holding
   a university debt agreement
of queer piece of paper
invoking a "concept"
                          of a "degree";

papa was an enforced
        representable soldier....
i?
        well: i was supposed to become
a chemist...
   took the alleviating route...
      and that they wrote more pop
than i ever could?
     surrender, herr stabsarzt!
    herr! rufen!

n'ah... having a chemistry degree
on paper, but no profession
to actualiße it?
    survive the sewers,
                
     come the vermin corps.

such be the thought:
  so, graduating from edinburgh
university...
  do i wipe my *** with this, sir,
   or pretend to roll a cigarette?

or both?

ja herrstasi! künftig-fünfstar!
                unterste aus die niedrig!

good that i've learned english
to speak such ****** east berlin german.