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I heard you broke the cassino
I heard you made them pay
I'm sure that many
Lost their jobs that day

Now I hear you are flying
In your brand new Lear jet
Somewhere to the south of France
Hoping to make the set

"So how's my little girl now
Do you still remember me
Or am I now just your
Distant . . . memory"

We grew up with all of nothing
That you could ever want to buy
But on nothing' sake
We did give it a try

Now you've hit the big time
I hope you never fall
Your pedastal rising upward
Ever . . . so tall

"So how's my little girl tonight
Do you sometimes still remember me
You gave me your locket
I gave you my key

Do  you ever . . . remember me"
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2017
i'm not writing this for "brownie points",
but i think i've been compensated
somehow -
  yes, my father was abandoned by his
parents, and was raised by
his grandparents,
      i managed to meet my paternal
grandfather, but my paternal grandmother?
i actually don't know what she
looks like... last time i heard she was
living in silesia...
         but? i've had my share of compensation...
much more i guess of a fair share...
i had, on that count:
a maternal grandmother, and two
surrogate grandmothers...
the surrogates? both jewish
(my mother was a carer for these two
jewish ladies) -
  what were their names?
****, i can only remember their surnames
a mrs. rockman & a mrs. roßhandler...
i remember coming back from primary
school and eating tea at their houses...
        nice old ladies: as all old & frail women
are...
     i received a complete collection of
bernard shaw upon graduating from school
from mrs. rockman...
poor ****, died demented, and ******* herself
in bed... she'd be more likely to tell
you some obscure fact, than what time
of day it was, or what day or month or year
it was...
             dementia? i call that free-fall -
the complete un-inhibition of what is otherwise
restricted free-will: i.e. minding some sort
of manners - theoretically speaking?
  beautiful to imagine - in reality? terrible
to watch.
            so yeah, w.w. II compensation -
the germans only gave jews money,
the poles? well: someone like my mother -
who was a carer to two old jewish women...
sometimes money has the same
compensation worth as handing the victim
a piece of sharp iron and looking
into the eyes of the culprit...
           so yeah... not a bad deal to have made,
certainly not a faustian pact -
mrs. rockman & mrs. roßhandler:
the latter, if i remember correctly,
   escaped via warsaw sewers, with diamonds
sown into her garments...
         i inherited some of my ******* books
from mrs. rockman, given that i visited her more
than her grandchildren...
   and my surrogate grandfather's
monte cassino cross of honour...
   my maternal grandfather had honorary
   had civic distinction, some soviet form of
meritocratic "diversion" -
    crosses, sure, but the problem is,
as he still reminds me whenever i see him:
you walked out the house wearing them,
  like little general, and the other kids took
them off you, now all i have are proofs that
i earned them, paper proofs, where are my medals,
you little fiend, you pawned then...
  well oops, i didn't get any skittles or
marbles for them either.

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