to accept ******
to accept people that weep
to accept that terrorism
leads this way
oh it does
And it has become that weeping is the way that we look
through a teaful eye
no matter what brain the eyes came from

booth
the touch of a shoulder arm
on the hand
war planes
sinking bombs
on the touch
kids naked in the street
crying
mamma blown up
her touch on my hand
in the photograph booth

I look from the window; and could happily spit on the brains walking by

or not show
as the brothal of auschwitz
turned off the lights

Women from all areas of the auschwitz camp
were rounded up
and told to perform
*** acts to the prisoners of the camp
oh and
in return
they would be given better food to eat
but locked up in nothing more than a metal cell
for years
Theses women
were not prostitutes
and they did not choose to reside in a brothel
or work from
these women were human trafficked
slaves to the ones that put the money in the pocket
and also the slaves to the ones that ****** Them
and by the way
Prositutes Get Paid

to all those that taught me
to the ones
and for all
that stood like adults but stooped like bent and unwatered flowers
and watered themselves
turing into weeds
f off to all that shook their head to my destiny
I know that mine is better than yours
all
sorry about that
not really
And to all those
the mummy and the daddy
F Off

and the ***** lays limp
long lost
to take out the mother
is her
slap the face
and kick the ribs
as **** rises
and sits on the ground  
stirring self bits
to ****
with a wanking hand
hands
hundreds of decades of *****
Rule
With a *******

about the vicious
*******
it is not me to blame
*******
you are to blame
take your **** out of my face
your smelly neck and ear hairs
****** arms
pinning me down