Failures, at even inhumanity!
democratize slavery, humility
comfortable concentration camps –
how your small penis
envies even the tiny penis of Hitler!
on your knees before
Colonial Corporate American Empires –
and still you fail!
ball-less bitches suffering
Tiny syndrome,
your politeness does not mask
the putrid stench of your heart;
it only ruins dinner with you.
You, who so desperately want to be America,
minus the live music,
the jazz, blues, rock & roll, funk, punk,
hip-hop and noise rock,
but replete with the slaughter of the Indians,
the cattle handling of asylum seekers,
immigrants to be taken advantage of –
You fail even in your inhumanity,
offering a
“SOFTER, LESS IMPOLITE WAY OF SENDING YOU BACK TO WHAT YOU WERE TRYING TO ESCAPE”
version…
You Social — HA HA HA – Social parties!
(Remind me not to involve myself in your sad society!)
The Volks of cows and sheep,
the volks of societies,
and where are the volks you are too gutless
to put in pens and treat like the animals you believe they are?
Those Volks who die trying to get to your comfort level,
escape slavery, war, death —
just to await judgement
by one who’s never known suffering
who’s never known hunger
who’s never known fear?
What a travesty of conviction:
if you’re gonna be inhuman,
don’t worship hitler –
worship America:
offer twenty-five hundred francs
for the scalp of an Auslander!