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ZE BLITZ! ZE BLITZ! WE WILL GIVE YOU THE
BLITZ!
sirens sounding
bombs fall on London, the city of sleepy angels and horny demons
Churchill is a fuckin' drunkard, smoking his tenth cigar, abusing his
bitch and getting his dog beat by his bodyguards
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Ah the car comes around ze corner watched closely by pickaninnies
flushed and gurgled before bed
Churchill was a great statesman
he never wore pink slippers while stepping into Downing Street to buy a
pint of milk
his cat liked the milk a lot
THE PAST! THE PRESENT! WHICH ONE IS IT, GODDAMIT?
GOSH! i have seen hell and it looked pretty
like a rose garden bulldozed and replaced by a real pretty strip mall
with shops that sell things like blue ice cream and anal spray
ZE BLITZ! ZE BLITZ! ITZ HERE!
sirens sounding
and when Churchill was young he also liked to torture kittens and kill
little bunny rabbits hop! hop! hop!
hip-hop was not popular when he was prime minister
young people still went to war and defended the exotic empire at its
erotic borders
bedtime story wet dream soldier's dream indian washerwoman in bombay
picked up and penetrated in a deep well beneath the Black Hole of
Calcutta
done the laundry
and folders closed case closed
ZE BLITZ! ZE BLITZ! ZE GERMANS ARE COMING!
sirens sounding
i like to see china dominated by the white man
i like to see bombay hounded by silence
and i would certainly like to see you caned for your insolence, young
man!
Churchill looked out the window and saw the garden in full blossom. he
farted contentedly and looked inside himself. he found a little bit of
his youth but decided it was quite worthless now. he threw it into the
bin of memory eradication and lit another cigar. the smoke reminded him
of memories burnt and gone. the future looked rosy.
the man did what the children asked.
ZE BLITZ! ZE BLITZ! ZE GERMANS ARE MARCHING ON TRAFALGER SQUARE!
sirens sounding
September 4, 2008
- Constantin von Hoffmeister
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