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staplegun

Date Written: October 6, 2017
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I have always washed my hands
(Adolf Hitler, you had chlamydia)
This bathroom has running water
Osnaburgh killed Sweden
I have frequently used night-nurse
(Adolf Hitler, you had chlamydia)
Eva Braun used a candle
Her mind was broken china
I had always washed my face.
The bathroom holds carbolic
Osnaburg killed Denmark
Eva used the outside loos
The toilets were wooden
The toilets were made from wood
The troughs were pure wood.
I have often died
I have often died
The baths were fools gold
I frequently used a candle?
The h/way is sport
Roads trip all around
Eva used carbolic
Hitler had chlamydia
The h/way is wide open
The h/way is sport
I get drunk on night-nurse.
We rode through Rhodes
Manhattan took Berlin
The darker skin was sin
Soap cleansed Venice
Skin became lampshades (apparently)
I saw the round sun
I saw the rotund sun
Petrol cured Bohn
Barbarosa was my lather?
I have always used clean water
My daughter was drunken
Her sex was pale shrunken
Eva pissed her trousers
The Province waged wars
We thrived for mock silver
Cigars fell into our hands
Today, I used a staple-gun
I used to use a candle?
Not at this time of night
Nor at any time of night
Will violence strike me down
Violence strikes me down
Nor at any time of night
Will severed bones
Break the veins I disown
Recently, the prairie moon
Calls me to my living-room
Eva Braun used a candle
Hitler had chlamydia
These days, my two hands bleed.
I have always washed my face and hands
(Adolf Hitler, you had an STD)
The bathroom has clear water
My sex was pale shrunken
Himler was often drunken.
Driver, Berlin was not taken
Do not taunt nor tease.
Driver, Berlin was not taken
Do not shoot me, please
Goering was a sinner
Why can't I write god's words?
I used to use a candle?
I have always washed my hands
(Adolf Hitler had chlamydia)
This week in Bohn seemed fine
I have always washed my mind
Goebbels wore red panties
I got drunk on night-nurse.
First we killed the gipsies
Then we killed the Jews (not)
Then we lost the war
and that was the fucking end.
 
 
 

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