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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.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
heil sonne! heil mond!
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.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
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