"Oh, Gosh!"
"Sharrup, I'm writing..."
---
The Mad-House:
Duty was; When the Interviewer thought I was Red, she winked...
"I am putting you in light, you are, enter, a mad home..."
Scream!!
"I HATE YOU!!" she smiled: "Now, we are dead..."
The madness of a 1930's home, the girls were sparkles,
"OH, nonnnnnnnn! You look, Light!"
I screamed, I ran through corridor...I said:
"Start This, and Dead." I said:
"I'm going!"
I ripped apart, a curtain and said;
"This is Jewish!"
I took scissors, and forlorn, and stationed my mind in circles;
"Right...I'm going..."
--
I clapped, and sang:
"I am Jesus!"
I punched a peanut. I ran through the house, and took clothing. I turned into a man;
"Right...Now, get work..."
I ran to an office;
"Nein nien, Hail! Hail! I vant a job!"
They gasped:
"You have Aryan face."
"Do you want special? Or sort?"
"I'll join, Effer..."
--- I lifted my chin, clasped my hands, crossed my legs;
"I vannnnnnnnnt, S.S."
"Blimey!! SS is hardest!!"
"I know.... And I sin. Piss on my face and I will King."
They wrote:
"He has....a look like lemon. A good King...get him to Kraut. Write,: came in; Him."
I growled in the office; I growled with long hands clasped, and long legs crossed:
"I am waiting."
---
In 1935, I was cross, In the fifties I was a Star.
---
I applied for breeding, on the grounds of wanting sons and daughters, because I was weird and wanted weird children. I wrote to Hitler, I wrote I was Zwitter. But I wanted no Hell from men...A card arrived that said:
"We do not need to see your c***k...we are going to select, you have the look, and you're a beautiful pig...Welcome to Lebensborn..."
---
I shot a Jew. I felt mad. I saw they were going to shoot, he was nearly mad, "Lover! You can't win!" I saw he was going to get a worse fate, I shot him...
---
The pretty girls shone. They were wow! "And you can't lack!" They were all around 16. I was 19 and a half...
One looked down at the floor, shyly;
"Would you like me?"
"No, no, I don't vant..."
"We can have a family..."
"No, no, I die..."
---
"Keep her..."
I can't! have...I am brutal! I know girl...I tell them I'm girl and they lie.
Girl; "Why can you?..."
Another Girl: "Have you got half-blood?"
Me: "Yes, I'm zwitter...are you alright??"
Girl; "I like this...give want."
---
I took over, it's obvious...
"Sharrup, I'm writing..."
---
The Mad-House:
Duty was; When the Interviewer thought I was Red, she winked...
"I am putting you in light, you are, enter, a mad home..."
Scream!!
"I HATE YOU!!" she smiled: "Now, we are dead..."
The madness of a 1930's home, the girls were sparkles,
"OH, nonnnnnnnn! You look, Light!"
I screamed, I ran through corridor...I said:
"Start This, and Dead." I said:
"I'm going!"
I ripped apart, a curtain and said;
"This is Jewish!"
I took scissors, and forlorn, and stationed my mind in circles;
"Right...I'm going..."
--
I clapped, and sang:
"I am Jesus!"
I punched a peanut. I ran through the house, and took clothing. I turned into a man;
"Right...Now, get work..."
I ran to an office;
"Nein nien, Hail! Hail! I vant a job!"
They gasped:
"You have Aryan face."
"Do you want special? Or sort?"
"I'll join, Effer..."
--- I lifted my chin, clasped my hands, crossed my legs;
"I vannnnnnnnnt, S.S."
"Blimey!! SS is hardest!!"
"I know.... And I sin. Piss on my face and I will King."
They wrote:
"He has....a look like lemon. A good King...get him to Kraut. Write,: came in; Him."
I growled in the office; I growled with long hands clasped, and long legs crossed:
"I am waiting."
---
In 1935, I was cross, In the fifties I was a Star.
---
I applied for breeding, on the grounds of wanting sons and daughters, because I was weird and wanted weird children. I wrote to Hitler, I wrote I was Zwitter. But I wanted no Hell from men...A card arrived that said:
"We do not need to see your c***k...we are going to select, you have the look, and you're a beautiful pig...Welcome to Lebensborn..."
---
I shot a Jew. I felt mad. I saw they were going to shoot, he was nearly mad, "Lover! You can't win!" I saw he was going to get a worse fate, I shot him...
---
The pretty girls shone. They were wow! "And you can't lack!" They were all around 16. I was 19 and a half...
One looked down at the floor, shyly;
"Would you like me?"
"No, no, I don't vant..."
"We can have a family..."
"No, no, I die..."
---
"Keep her..."
I can't! have...I am brutal! I know girl...I tell them I'm girl and they lie.
Girl; "Why can you?..."
Another Girl: "Have you got half-blood?"
Me: "Yes, I'm zwitter...are you alright??"
Girl; "I like this...give want."
---
I took over, it's obvious...
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